Blake's Stories
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When you meet a Thing, you meet a snapshot of that Thing.
This website is a snapshot; the real work lies in what came before it and the legwork it takes to understand it.
Musing: In Defense of Author-Creation Relationship
Theatre Collection, Sizable Time Units
It can wait (2025, Poetic verse)**
Yoke (2025, absurdism)**
Chrysalis (2025, expressionism)**
Roadkill (2024, realism)
The Abandoned Page of a Journalist's Notes (2024, naturalism)
The Box (2024, absurdism, meta-theatre)
An Experience at the Theatre (2024, narrative)**
Dinnertime (2024, phantasmagoria)
Rylander (2024, meta-theatre)
Farewell, Part 2 (2024, poetic realism, )**
Tumbleweed (2023-2024, heightened naturalism)
Bamejilabumus (2023-2024, a sequence)
Honeymoon (2023, realism)
The Friday Song (2023, phantasmagoria)
Love Taught (2023, drama in free verse)**
Seven Stopwatches (2023, phantasmagoria)
Oh, Holy Night (2023, phantasmagoria)
Doomsday (2022, a monologue collection)
The Mystery of i and Me (2022, absurdism)
Farewell (Halloween 2022, poetic realism)
As Far As You Go (2022, realism)
Theatre Collection, Smaller Time Units
Telephone (2025, technical exercise)**
4-Simplex (2024, experimental)
Ten Minute Play (2024, meta-theatre)
A Duet (2024, surrealism)**
Talkback (2024, meta-theatre)
An Exercise in Hermeneutics (2023, realism)
Autobiography (2023, surrealism)
Rylander (2023, meta-theatre)
Alzenheimer (meta-theatre)**
Convention (2023)
Bad Theater (2023, meta-theatre)
Threesome (2023, absurdism/realism)
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When I think of the texts that impacted me deeply, many of them I had to pay for to acquire. In continuing this tradition, if a visitor to this site would like to access a full-text, I am putting up a charge for digitial copies relative to the size of the work ($4 for small, $6 for medium, $8 for large). Some pages are left free to access, due to their pertinence. Feel free to read those here:
It was in 2022, after more than eight years of writing, when I first "saw" The Mystery and i and Me (writing plays can be like seeing them in air and taking notes), that I realized the Sublime in the act of writing itself. Having read and studied many different texts, with others and independently, it became clear that there were no boundaries on the "path to writing" and that in the ecology of human nature, creativity is an open field where reflection and communication can roam free. Better yet, this field is open to all who enter to partake in.
Around this time it also became clear the duty of the vessel towards its Muse. The Sublime, like a fire, withers without oxygen; so the vessel must provide air for the Sublime to achieve radiance. Without duty, there is no Sublime. Without paying respect, there is no Creation.