D is for Don Delillo. Sure there’s Samuel Delany, and there’s Mark Z. Danielewski. But I keep gravitating towards Delillo’s early novels.

Fikse westenwind – gelukkig, want bar slechte conditie (verkouden, kuchen). Mooi weer. Net voor Oudewater kwamen me 3 wielrenners tegemoet die heel wat harder reden, ze waren me 10 meter voorbij toen ik hoorde roepen: “Arie!”

C should be for Robert Creeley. Favorite poet, rhythm-wise. Could be for the writings of John Cage as well.

B is for William S Burroughs. His deadpan prose. His attitude towards language. The experimentation. Barth, Barthelme, Brautigan come after.

A is for Paul Auster. His early books. Because at the time I loved them. More so than Abish, Adler, Antrim. And I have not read Henry Adams.

A highly subjective ABC of American literature. In 27 tweets. These are some of the writers who matter for me, and to whose books I return.

Just dug up a bit of text I made a couple of months ago. Something I’d been thinking of doing for a long time. Simple idea: an ABC of American literature, mentioning my favorite writers in bits of 140 characters max – so it’ll fit a tweet. One tweet per letter of the alphabet.

Was waiting for the right moment to ‘tweet’ them.

I don’t feel like tweeting them. Just imagine that someone picks up on it, begins an argument, or a quarrel, and forces me to react… I have presently no time to react, nor do I wish to begin an argument.

It’s just a highly personal ABC of AmLit. (Sure, there are some value judgements ‘hidden’ in the list).

Online sinds een paar minuten: http://www.darkecology.net/field-notes/drilling-deep

Beetje ziekjes (kuchen, koude rillingen), maar ik wilde fietsen. Zon en wolken na regen (in de nacht). Fietsen helpt tegen ‘ziekjes voelen’. (Soms).

(Ja, inderdaad, de laatste tijd geen zin om aparte kaartjes te maken – kaartjes die ik eigenlijk mooier vind).

Zondagmiddag, met F. en R. Kamperen bij Velsen-Zuid, rondje duinen en zee. Prachtig nazomerweer.