Infinite Lore

An endeavor of JillWrites. I’m JillWrites the blogger.)

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To me, LitCrit is a true joy.

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The Dario Fo of my low is here. These are Italian-American villains. They fut.

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Krapp’s Storage is here.

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Tiberius is dead. Once I mention Tiberius is dead, he continues to be dead. But let you understand: Tiberius is dead. He is an awful human; his name is Tiberius; and he is dead.

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If I could go to the beach with mom-size Jenny Holzer and great-aunt-size Joan Didion, then you would all think I’m never older than a toddler. And that’s why: nothing but ROCKAWAY BEACH.

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Earlier today, I envisioned this space as a place all the different themes in my writing inspiration can be posted together.

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It was in the year after Eli and I broke up—but I have novels to write about it, and many dear things to look forward to. Anne Carson, Cynthia Ozick: here I arrive.

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It was my endeavor to move to Chicago, leaving my family, and starting a new single life for myself.

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Connie, my mother, was dressed as the Statue of Liberty one Halloween when I was a small child. I remember this mostly because I grew up with the photo albums as my parents shot them.