Category Archives: Stitch Bitch

Stich Bitching: I just had the somewhat out of body experience of reading Shelly Jacksons work titled Stich Bitch. I won’t mince words on how I feel about this writing, I didn’t enjoy it and I think that although the … Continue reading →

“I am interested in writing that verges on nonsense, where nonsense is not the absence of sense, but the superfluity of it.” Shelly Jackson did just that in this reading.  I’m not really sure what I read, but I agree. … Continue reading →

At an early age, through the eyes of Baptist church, I was told that humans and animals are in many ways identical. However, the distinction between human beings and the beasts is the essence that body and mind are two … Continue reading →

“There is little opportunity for poetic ambiguity in the dealings of everyday life.” Ooo, girl. Can we be best friends? The whole time I was reading Stitch Bitch I felt like I understood everything so clearly and it was the … Continue reading →

This reading was all over the place, like a puppy knocking off the lid to the trash can. I just, I don’t even know where to start. Bare with me. Let’s start here. When you read a fantastic book that … Continue reading →

There are lots of things I like in life. If I were to place a bet, I would bet most of them would be linear in nature to some degree. Take most sports as an example. Football, basketball, baseball, hockey … Continue reading →

I feel drained, my brain is running at a snails pace, but I don’t mind. Shelly Jackson, I don’t know what I just read but I know I enjoyed it. My brain just needs a rest. But that was the … Continue reading →

Hypertext is a new way to experience writing, not just read it. Just as our minds control us, dominating our body’s actions, writing constructs direct words, limiting our full potential. Hypertext allows us to abandon boundaries, overcome obstacles, and push the … Continue reading →

I actually had to read Shelley Jackson’s “Stitch Bitch” twice to understand what I was reading. At first I assumed she wrote like this for a reason and would eventually start to make sense. I thought it was a complete … Continue reading →

Shelley Jackson’s “Stitch Bitch” is a poetic jumble and she wouldn’t have it any other way. It is hard to read because it is art instead of some ordinary piece of literature that we are accustomed to. Art is an … Continue reading →