with a little (selp) helf from my friends

Hey Danny
I'm reading your writing now -- No Self, No Help  ..
About 9 years ago i recorded (but never really released) a little indie-folk/comedy cd called  "Selp Helf "
Attached is one of the songs from it which appeared on a later album called "Low Cool".
Thought i'd pass it along..  Lyrics are below
Hugz, m

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The Persistence Of The i

It’s been a while since I’ve written. And I still haven’t; not much any way. Today’s literary contribution is by my friend, and perhaps yours, Mark Lesseraux. Mark is widely known as a musician, composer. Now he is revealed as a writer.

Here’s a bit of the correspondence that passed between Mark, Rafael Edwards and me regarding this short tale, and the anecdotes that can be found in this blog or under the menu heading “Stories”/ “anecdotes”

Our discussion went like this:

Rafa:
Man! Kafka was a teddy bear compared to you.
What a night! I think Danny should put you up as a guest writer in his blog.

Mark:
Wish i could say i created it ... all i did was record what happened ... can't beat ready-made metaphors! 

Danny:
This kind of realism that catches a moment as it was lived (i.e. not as fiction) but stripped of normal contextualizing deserves its own designation. That's why on (dzuckerbrot.com "anecdotes" under the "stories" menu) I wrote: "This collection of writings bears the title Anecdotes, not very inspired perhaps but I wanted, as described below, make it as clear as possible that these weren’t stories in the sense of fiction." The explanation continues...

"I know that you are not too fond of Borges but I will quote him anyway. It will let me setup what this is not about, as well as supplying some missing literary veneer. That old blind librarian says: “…There is no satisfaction in telling a story as it actually happened. We have to change things, even if we think them insignificant; if we don’t, we should think of ourselves not as artist but perhaps as mere journalists or historians…”
...So let me be very clear, what follows then are not, as Borges would have it, stories. These are merely a few anecdotes that, I believe, hold a certain; lets call it, psychological interest. Perhaps I should title them something like: “notes toward a psychopathology of everyday life”.”

and with all that back and forth I forgot to mention how much I enjoyed this "story".
Thanks Mark

Rafa:
Very enlightening Danny. A good theme this one. When I read Mark's story, as it happens to me with your anecdotes, and more recently with Tony Robinson's coffee, is that the first thing that strikes me is that I'm reading a honest account of something peculiar, and the writer makes it wonderful and superb, not by exaggerating or adding things to the soup, but simply because they themselves are capable of being in awe in front of these unfolding events. Then I'm not following a story, but a story-being-told, where my interest is more and more on the writer than in the writing. I don't know, does this make sense?
PS: it's the same that got me hooked on Vonnegut in the 1st place.

Danny:
I agree. It's not a specific style, more a sensiblity - whether more or less articulated. Not magical-realism, maybe realistic-magicalism.

Rafa:
Yes it does make sense, what you say Danny - Realistic-magicalism - nice

Danny:
Mark do you mind if I repost your story and some of this conversation to my blog?

Mark:
No, that'd be great. Thanks! did i include the title?  "Persistence Of The i"
ps:  Do you think "Christ Roach" is a better title? ... it did walk across toilet water... or is that too much of a give away?

And that’s way longer than Mark’s anecdote (by whichever name) that you can read here. Read More...
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