I registered for classes yesterday. I'm not pleased that the school fucked me over and failed, repeatedly, to send my transcripts in a timely fashion and trapping me here for at least another semester.
I've decided that if I'm to spend yet another semester at this stupid school, I might as well make it bearable by setting goals, and of course, by setting goals I mean creating wonderful pieces of art. Well, probably not 'wonderful' per se, but at least a large opus upon which I can spend my time. Right now I'm leaning towards writing a collection of short stories, all dealing with my (and by my, I mean the protagonist's) relationships with artists, tentatively entitled the obscenity of art is shimmied into a room full of the word (art), a line from a poem that I wrote. I've been brainstorming over possible story ideas, and I've come up with this list.
I've already written one story for the collection--it's about two writers living together, and how one threw his work away and placed all the emphasis on the other's. You can find it here, since it's about two pages long and that's a bit much for a regular blog post.
The other ideas that I have for the collection include:
-living with a famous artist, being paid on retainer for our tempestuous love affair--to argue with her, to rile her up, so that in the middle of a fight she would scream 'ART' and run into the next room to attack a canvas with the same intensity with which we were fighting.
-married to a struggling columnist, who would constantly ask me to come up with opening lines for his stories, usually while I was cooking him breakfast
-the night where Laurie Anderson (or similar) made out with me in a gallery somewhere, and the song she wrote about it
-bring home a controversial (probably overtly pornographic) visual artist for Thanksgiving
-gay cinematographer gets cold feet about his boyfriend's accompanying him to an awards show
-a diary entry, written by a photographer's fiancee, feeling degraded because in a review was described as an ugly person with an ugly soul
-going on a CNN show, defending my reclusive husband's art (he would take photographs of cities, and superimpose images of explosions, and was blamed for a terrorist attack)
-husband trying to convince me to dress up as a giant toad in his next movie (something along the lines of the Cremaster cycle)
-phone message left on a pianist's answering machine, asking whether he loved the piano more than he loved me
-helping a dancer stretching and preparing self for a rehearsal
-dating an indie rocker whose lyrics involve vivid depictions of decapitating and maiming me
-at library, being forced to do all of the historical research for a writer
-at a gay rights rally chanting 'we recruit' while boyfriend films it for a documentary.
-consoling a opera singer in hysterics during intermission because of a 'costume malfunction'
Right now, I can't decide whether or not I want everyone to be gay or not, or what form the ideas will take (fiction, epistolary, Dorothy Parker soliloquy, 1st person, 3rd person, etc). I thought that if I posted this here, people can leave comments as to any more ideas, and tell me which ideas blow chunks.
