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December 06th, 2017

12/6/2017

 
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"You know how dreams give you a jolt, and all of a sudden you’re falling?  It was like that.  My heart skipped, and I went tumbling.  
    We sank so far into that kiss it was like the earth split apart and let us through, straight down into that whirlpool all lovers fall through: we victims of gravity, tangling like ropes, our hands trapped in warm hair, our teeth flashing wet in the dark.  
    Dane and I kissed, holding each other tight.  We were goblet to goblet, tongues searching shamelessly deep.
    And a womb is a wanting thing."  


from Stalker: a Gothic Thriller by Pauline West

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11/27/2017

 
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"His kisses trailed sideways, lingeringly, traveling down my throat, my shoulder.  Leaving a wake of fire as though he held a lit match in his teeth.
They hurt.
I knew he was biting me, but how can I explain this? - I didn't mind.  
It was as though I existed for this.  For Dane to come along and cut me open with his teeth, expertly teasing out desire between us as though it were a moth, a third and separate creature entirely.  
I fluttered, floated, died; I rose again.
The window faded pale, flared scarlet, ran with dark..." 

Excerpt from my novella, Stalker: A Gothic Thriller, available here.


Art is the Stored Honey of the Human Soul- T. Dreiser

7/31/2014

 
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Making linoprints again! I printed this in the first page of my journal; looks a little messier than I'd like but...

Journal, March 2014.  Blue days.

3/24/2014

 
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There's this great quote by Zora Neale Houston.  She says, "There are years that are questions, and years that are answers"-

Some years are walks in a darkening wood.  


March 12th-ish.

People who don’t know what they want are dangerous.  Resentful, unstable.  

Shapeshifters, adjusting themselves to whoever they are around.    

There’s a type of woman that feels she exists only in the moment that men glance at her.  I imagine for these women, aging is hard.  To feel your existence diminishing, year by year, until you cease to matter at all.  A living death.  This has been written about before.  

Betrayers- how can these people, these shifters, respect themselves, knowing that they have no spine?  

Perhaps they don’t respect themselves.  Perhaps this is why they need to check their existence in the eyes of strangers. 
 
That's obvious, I guess.  But when one friend betrays another friend, what do you do?  

What was at stake was trivial, has already passed.  And yet.  The true colors were there.  I saw them in her eyes.  

They say we are most critical of the flaws we wear ourselves.  So maybe- 

yes, probably.  Let’s be honest here, you and I.  I am critical of her because I recognize my past in her.

It’s a strange thing to have moved around as much as I have, in recent years.  And my past has not followed me.  

In Tucson, in Charleston, they did not know the truth about me, if truth is the composite of all we have done-

High school autodidact, moved out when I was- 16? 17?  Crazy girl, bad reputation.  Fell in love with a boy.  Our love-nest in the treetops.  Seven years of fierce, wolfish devotion.  Devotion that devoured itself- and then, there I was.  Suddenly alone, dust settling around me. 

I did then what hollowed-out girls have always done (what girl above is doing).  I exploded a bunch of other people’s relationships.  

Sometimes love is musical chairs.  

Musical chairs, for years.  One of those relationships held Andrew.  I stole him, like taking an egg out of a nest.  I broke some other girl's heart.  A nice girl, good girl.  

Arguably, I guess, I did also steal that first boy, back when  we were 17... another nice girl, good girl, much nicer than I was then.  Maybe that is how it always goes.  

(Maybe no safety in being nice.)

So I should not begrudge this girl, this devourer, for taking what she must, to figure out her borders.  Bittersweet thieving.  The lonely heart is merciless.  

Oh, girl.  But I do wish you were the thing I thought you were, anyhow.

Men have always been my cities.  It's my failing as an artist  The thing which has held me back most.  My weakness in love: devotedness.  

Our friends look to Andrew and I as a solid place.  To our relationship itself as a dot on a map: and yet in human relationships there can be no solid ground.

Knowing this, as I know all too well, what is love?  Everything is sand.

                                                                        ~o~

A dear friend came to visit us.  His buddy wrote a magnificent article about him.  I can never do more justice to Pat than that.  You should read it here.   

A number of wonderful days.  Editing.  Visiting Vail with family.  Snowshoeing, writing, another linocut.  Fireplaces.  Long cold walks in the city, in the trees.  This stuff, in coffee shops.  

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Me, my dad and my Andrew in proxy. Gorgeous light in Vail afternoon.
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little later, same day- snowshoeing with my amazing sister :)
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lino block header for Evening Land. Chapter 3: The UnRelinquished Hand
March 24th, 2014

Blue day today.  I submitted some chapters to a contest.  Contests an unwise practice, as Pat’s chronicler, Joe Yelverton, advised me with this quote from a manifesto:

"Don't enter awards competitions.  Just don't.  It's not good for you." -Bruce Mau

If you win, you possess for a while an incorrect idea about your place in things.

If you lose- again an incorrect idea about your place in things.  (or is it incorrect?)

Bad all round.  I know this.  Knew this.  Still crushed.  

Yup.  Lost.

You know the stories about Hemingway papering his bathroom with rejection slips; Frank Herbert, Stephen King: dozens of rejections.  

You know this, I know this.  But man!  

Maybe someday.   I've submitted to several things... expecting more blues.  Blue months, years.

Meanwhile, I’ll keep working, I guess, because that’s what I do, is what I’m for.  Writing is the point of me.

But for the record, today I wondered what the hell I’m doing with my life.  

This is what I’ve got on earth, and this is how I spend it-  

Making signs on paper?

You ever wonder how many people get married, have kids, sign the contract, simply as a refuge from uncertainty?  I've never wanted that.  Never dreamt about weddings, suburbs.  Haha, but that path does seem so much easier, somehow, doesn't it?

Of course there is no solid ground.  Not ever, not really.

And sometimes there are holy days, even ecstasy, in making signs on paper-  Exploring mind.  Dreaming awake.  Hard as it is.  Still, I make a living with words, even if not with novels yet- so.  Progress, freedom.  Even in blue days.

Anyway, I’m incapable of giving in.    

I continue to do this thing that I am for.  Making signs, in case an echo wanders by.  Feeling lost-

Stay your path, friend.  
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Heh, I told Andrew I was feeling down during travels. This is what he sent <3 Magic Hat!

How to make linocuts :) 

3/16/2014

 
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Drizzly Sunday, perfect for open windows, Townes Van Zandt... and linocut prints! 

I'm going to make a few illustrations for my novel, so this was a warm up.  Also, I wanted to make something neat to wrap a birthday present in, because I fucking hate wrapping paper.


Anyway!  Onward!



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with True Detective soundtrack!
Once you've got your drawing all good to go, tape a piece of tracing paper over it, and draw over the whole thing with a pencil.  

Carefully lift up the tape and flip the tracing paper over.  

Trace over the reverse side of the tracing paper.  

You might want to grab an envelope or something to rest beneath your hands as you work, so not to smudge the lead.
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Tracing the reverse of the tracing paper
Now tape your tracing paper, reverse side down, onto your lino-block.  

Use the butt- end of a soft pencil to firmly rub the lead impressions onto your block.  

If they aren't quite coming off, you can always trace over them directly onto the block, or simply start again.  Just make sure to place your tracing paper exactly over the lines you've already transferred.
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the transferred image
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You can look at your transfer in a mirror to see how it will look when you print it- I decided to add some more stars. Also- pjs! Any day when you wear pjs all day is a success.
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ha, and you can see I got tired of adding more stars.
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Now carve out all the spaces you want to be blank in the print. Be mindful of the furrows you create, as your ink roller will pick up some of them. That's part of the charm of linocuts- the negative spaces have presence :)
When you've got your block all scooped out, make a few test prints before printing on anything fancy, like tea towels or tank tops.  

Squirt your ink out onto a smooth surface, and run your roller (brayer) back and forth in the ink until it makes a crackly sound, like frying bacon.  

Now roll directly onto your block.  Ink generously, but no need to press too hard; you don't want to fill in the blank parts!  

Carefully position your paper on top of the block and smooth it down.  I use my hands initially, and then a rolling pin.  I also like kneeling on top of chairs to get enough leverage!  ah, next time I'll do a better job documenting this process.  Maybe.  

Now- lift-

There's this awesome moment of resistance when you lift up your print.  From the paint sticking the two surfaces together?  Love that.
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Materials needed:

Sketch pad & soft pencil.
Tracing paper, tape.
Lino-block.  I like the soft carve stuff.
Lino knives.  
Ink roller, AKA brayer. 
Linoleum ink.  They have tons of kinds.  Make sure to get fabric specific ink if you want to print on fabric.  duh.  

A smooth place to roll your ink out.


Lastly, some place clever to let your prints rest in peace for 1-5 days (depending on the ink.)  Your cats will find this stuff, so it's a good idea to get them up out of the way if you can.  


    Pauline West

    ​Pauline West's first novel, EVENING’S LAND, is a Library Journal Self-e Selection, winner of the Helene Wurlitzer Foundation Award and recipient of the Carol Marie Smith Memorial Scholarship for the NOEPE Center of Literary Arts.  

    West's short stories have been shortlisted for the International Aeon Award, and featured in Reddit’s NoSleep channel, The Art Mag and the Sierra Nevada Review.

    Pauline West's books on Goodreads
    Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance
    reviews: 15
    ratings: 27 (avg rating 4.04)

    Evening's Land Evening's Land
    reviews: 20
    ratings: 24 (avg rating 3.46)

    Candlemoth Volume 2: How To Spend It Candlemoth Volume 2: How To Spend It
    reviews: 7
    ratings: 10 (avg rating 4.40)

    Candlemoth Book 3: A Twist of Fate Candlemoth Book 3: A Twist of Fate
    reviews: 3
    ratings: 6 (avg rating 4.17)

    Stalker: A Gothic Thriller Stalker: A Gothic Thriller
    reviews: 3
    ratings: 4 (avg rating 4.25)

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