The last chapter of mine “Belief” showed me again, how tricky it is, To write prose in pain and sentimentality.
I'll take the chapter “the third novel” out of my “Belief” out. I am undoing a development step.
The, what I have in mind, must be more aggressive and focused.
The sound, that I want in my prose, Gapes wider and wider from the sound of my heart.
Maybe it's about artistic claims, in fact a mystery.
The content doesn't make the structure.
So I don't care anymore, that I have no content. Or that my failure is due to the lack of content.
It's about my aesthetic demands.
How ridiculous.
I couldn't tell, that I am in my prose “reveal”, dass ich noch spontan vorgehe.
The only excuse for the lack of content now lies in the technology.
Wouldn't I be better off a program(ierer)? Four, five buttons…… so arranged, that the content is superfluous in the structure.
And works.
(27.6.21)