Quotes from Jill Talbot

A shattered narrative is still a narrative. We can't escape it, it is what we are.

I think language beautifully full of the poetry of immanent clarification of some small pinprick of what living might mean. Fuck. Why else would anyone care to spend a life writing sentences?

sometimes it is necessary for us all to pretend together that language can really mean.

What would she have thought as a teenage girl arranging her artfully wasted limbs against the dais of a highly conceptual sculpture?

The first time I walked through the spacious house, I didn't see possibility or a new start. I saw a big, empty space. These rooms looked like all I did not have, every room a challenge, rather than an opportunity.

metawriting can be viewed as "the act of doing something outside of the game in order to impact what is actually occurring in the game.

I am writing this because they cannot.

Everyone now, not just writers, creates a written, published persona on a daily (hourly) basis. Artifice abounds.

Then one day, I just let it go, and started thinking about the essay as not trying to solve a riddle of why, but as a way of understanding what was changed by my fear, and what that change revealed about my experience of seventh grade.

Okay, let's say that a metamove or metagesture is when the author intentionally draws attention to a work's genre, its very existence as fiction or nonfiction.

write down all of the things out in the world that have arrested your attention lately, that have glimmered at you in some resonant way. Set them next to each other. See what happens.

linear narrative was not doing a very good job representing life as I experienced it,

There are so many of us out there, trying to turn Spyrograph flowers into rocket ships.

A mind that moves associatively (as my mind does and probably your mind too) like a firefly in a grassy yard on a late June evening, has more fun (and other things too, of course, like static, like trouble) than a mind that moves logically or even chronologically.

I like it when art presents a paradigm shift, when it forces me to confront my assumptions, when it asks, "Why this way and not another way?

WHEN IT WAS DECIDED (When was that again, and by whom?) that we were all supposed to choose between fiction and nonfiction, what was not taken into account was that for some of us truth can never be an absolute, that there can (at best) be only less true and more true and sometimes those two collapse inside each other like aTurducken.