iley Dog has been entertaining me a lot lately. Whiskey River, I enjoy too for obvious and related but dissimilar reasons. Riley Dog has, in particular, awoken in me what is most likely a joyfully latent fascination not in poetry but in writing prose poetically, something which I aspire to anyway.

What I particularly like about Riley Dog is how I am presented with an excerpt that, at least to me, appears to be fully encapsulated. Even though there is a link to the full piece, I rarely follow it. Each time I have, I’ve been mostly disappointed. The magic of the tiny excerpt is gone once I’m presented with the full version. This has nothing at all to do with the quality of the writing which makes me embarrassed of my own. Instead, it’s representative of a growing appreciation for the distillation and refinement of creative output. It makes me wonder if there is a way I could adapt prosaic literature into something so subtle and beautiful. In other words, I’m wondering if the reason why I can’t seem to properly complete anything properly is not because of any deficiency in my creativity but in the format I’m trying to shoehorn it all into. So I’m wondering if maybe I can find an alternative method of expression which neither suffers from McSweeneyism or gimmickry then I can produce something that is ended.

I’m also wondering if I shouldn’t have split the previous paragraph.