William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: metafiction
Letters and passageways (4): Cathar country
This is a series of rewritten journal entries from the summer I spent in the south of France, the first entry here. Allanah and Gregory seem to me a bit bats. It’s more Allanah with her self-taught fortune telling, Gregory’s … Continue reading →
Posted in Memoir, travel, writing
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Tagged Carlos Castaneda, Cathars, creative nonfiction, French history, metafiction, metaphysical, William Pearse writer
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16 Comments
Letters and passageways (2): Shawn and Seamus
This is a series of rewritten journal entries from the summer I spent in the south of France, the first entry here. Shawn Lee is my favorite bartender at my favorite bar, The Six Arms. He is often smiling, and … Continue reading →
Posted in Memoir, writing
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Tagged creative nonfiction, humor, journal writing, letters and passageways, Memoir, metafiction, spirituality, travel, William Pearse writer
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12 Comments
Dead Souls | Field notes from the Pacific coast
This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5 (now +25% complete!). It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the … Continue reading →
Posted in humor, identity, Memoir
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Tagged Dead Souls, field notes from the pacific coast, gender stereotypes, humor, identity, Memoir, metafiction, Pittsburgh, Portland, Scarlet Johansson, William Pearse writer
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14 Comments
Bluetooth speaker inside rusted copper resonating bowl
Lily and I moved to opposite corners of the hot tub. Because it’s outside and we live in the Pacific Northwest, the underside of the cover attracts slugs and undesirable life. I’ve started using bromine tabs indiscriminately, I just dump … Continue reading →
Posted in Memoir, musings, parenting, writing
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Tagged creative nonfiction, Hero's journey, identity, meta, metafiction, Orwell, parenting, postaday, the nature of memory, travel, William Pearse writer
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17 Comments
Lost in the Funhouse with Barth: on meta, Brecht, and what’s behind The Fourth Wall
With social media and technology what they are, metafiction has become more a part of our lives than ever: we’re constantly stepping outside the frame to capture ourselves in it, and our story of documenting our life story is as much a story as the story itself. But as we step outside the frame, we’re straddling two worlds and cease to exist fully in either — like tourists on an Alaskan whale-watching cruise with our cameras out trying to catch the breaching whales as proof we were there, we miss the reality just beyond our lens and I wonder, did we really see anything at all? Continue reading →
Posted in musings, writing
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Tagged Brecht, Climbing, creative nonfiction, existentialism, John Barth, Memoir, meta, metafiction, metaphor, metaphysical, pacific northwest, postmodern literature, Seattle, theater, writing technique
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16 Comments
We are all just prisoners here of our own device
I turned right on the N6 past the Klondike Marsh, past Clay Pit Road, past the grate-covered mine shaft, the cave holes shown on the map. I met my hair stylist outside my old building where I worked and we … Continue reading →
Why the people don’t come out
If I keep my eyes closed long enough the people come out. It’s an old village in the mountains, medieval times. A woman with gray hair pulled back and a robe peeks out the window. Broken-down peasant men with dirty … Continue reading →
Posted in death
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Tagged DPchallenge, horror, metafiction, Mr Bingley, postaday, supernatural
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