Four years ago I was reminded of an injunction Stendhal gave himself early in life: Vingt lignes par jour, genie ou pas (Twenty lines a day, genius or not). Stendhal was thinking about getting a book done. I deliberately mistook his words as a method for overcoming the anxiety of the blank page.

—Harry Mathews

My modified version: 20 minutes to write 20 lines, every day (mostly), genius or (mostly) not. And then, sometimes, a long time editing them.

  • 2xl: 2016-02-04 It begins with the bald cypress bursting from the moss ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-31 I’m reading Gottfried Benn for the first time while dark ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-30 And there’s a collector. And the collector takes this butterfly and ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-29 This is a hit and run. A we-dream of fever and ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-28 My name is a mouthful of razor blades. Of smoke. Of seed ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-27 He’s at breakfast, blood orange and unbroken yolk. Every now and ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-26 I’d like to thank the academy. I’d like to thank my ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-25 Every morning there’s a different envelope with his name written ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-24 When I sit down for dinner the waiter coils my ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-23 The last room is filled with rows of—pillars? obelisks? tombstones?—draped ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-22 I talk back to myself and at the music and ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-20 According to Harry Mathews, Stendhal advised writers to compose vingt ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-19 I used to belong to (have?) two communities for my ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-18 It takes 11 lbs of force to strangle a human ...
  • 2xl: 2016-01-17 I wake up and read Facebook on the toilet (save ...