Personally I spend most of my time feeling blocked from writing, so I have
a sneaky admiration for anyone who can force themselves to write every day.
I just wondered what people thought about other published examples of the
attempt - I've seen Muldoon's Prince of the Quotidian (Gallery Press) and
heard about Harry Mathews' 20 Lines A Day (Dalkey Archive.) On the one hand
it can seem like virtuoso trick show, but on the other hand, the business
of writing every day might encourage an attention to detail, even a will to
reclaim ordinary quotidian experience from mundanity, which harks back to
William Carlos Williams. In this way, the very act of writing might become
as productive a constraint as the sestina or any Oulipian procedure.
Some random hurried thoughts,
best,
Malcolm Phillips
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