Jurgen
02-04-2008, 04:27 PM
Art, funny word. Can mean almost anything. The art of pastry making. The art of a blind weasel tied to a sharpie. Etc. I am a writer. I have a fairly small collection on my fictionpress site, because the VAST majority of my writing is destroyed shortly after creation. Not only am I an writer I'm also a vicious self effacing critic. So for any literary masochists out there I shall post some Linkage:
http://www.fictionpress.com/u/457764/
And now for a minor introduction to the surviving written works of Jurg.
Hairy Knuckles: The whole vampires vs werewolves thing a la Underworld but I'm sick and tired of the sissy prissy vampires with their "poor misguided misunderstood" bit so I decided that the werewolves are the good guys. One of the very few peices of my work I am proud of.
The Ode Less Travelled: Ignore unless you have the book
Fragmentals: Some of my more interesting work, basically take a Jurg, add alcohol and take away sleep, mix well and attatch to a pen and some paper. Each chapter is radically different to the others but all share a certain just-left-of-screwball outlook. The final one is a minor thesis on hatred and not worth the paper it was vomited onto.
The Story of Jurg: A mostly true story, detailing how I acquired my name. It's actually a performance peice but the written version isn't half bad. It's half worse...
One Third/My Last Smoke: Read them in that order not the arse backwards set up that Ficpress decided they should be in. It's a poetic adaptation of a dream I had one night after some bad sushi before bedtime. Much fighting, some death.
WIP: Bits and bobs, Odds and Sods.
Junkers: And here it is boys and girls, poetry. Blerg. I've been doing it for a long time and don't seem to be able to stop. This set isn't my worst but is no match for the battle epic One Third/My Last Smoke.
Doused In Petrol: Here's where you begin to realise just how much of a big bag of damaged goods I am. The chronicles of my failed love life. Don't feel bad for me, it all works out in the end. I think.
The Nosferatic Dream: My first real bout of poetry, at the tender age of 16 I became ennamoured with a girl and underwent some kind of serious psychotic episode that revolved around a funky dream. You have been warned, this one is seriously disturbing at times.
http://www.fictionpress.com/u/457764/
And now for a minor introduction to the surviving written works of Jurg.
Hairy Knuckles: The whole vampires vs werewolves thing a la Underworld but I'm sick and tired of the sissy prissy vampires with their "poor misguided misunderstood" bit so I decided that the werewolves are the good guys. One of the very few peices of my work I am proud of.
The Ode Less Travelled: Ignore unless you have the book
Fragmentals: Some of my more interesting work, basically take a Jurg, add alcohol and take away sleep, mix well and attatch to a pen and some paper. Each chapter is radically different to the others but all share a certain just-left-of-screwball outlook. The final one is a minor thesis on hatred and not worth the paper it was vomited onto.
The Story of Jurg: A mostly true story, detailing how I acquired my name. It's actually a performance peice but the written version isn't half bad. It's half worse...
One Third/My Last Smoke: Read them in that order not the arse backwards set up that Ficpress decided they should be in. It's a poetic adaptation of a dream I had one night after some bad sushi before bedtime. Much fighting, some death.
WIP: Bits and bobs, Odds and Sods.
Junkers: And here it is boys and girls, poetry. Blerg. I've been doing it for a long time and don't seem to be able to stop. This set isn't my worst but is no match for the battle epic One Third/My Last Smoke.
Doused In Petrol: Here's where you begin to realise just how much of a big bag of damaged goods I am. The chronicles of my failed love life. Don't feel bad for me, it all works out in the end. I think.
The Nosferatic Dream: My first real bout of poetry, at the tender age of 16 I became ennamoured with a girl and underwent some kind of serious psychotic episode that revolved around a funky dream. You have been warned, this one is seriously disturbing at times.