(table) Napkin novels

This one is neither Pinoy nor Japanese, but it is still sugoi! (at least to me).

I tend to write on disposable table napkins, especially if I dine alone and inspiration suddenly strikes. I actually wrote a memorable erotica verse on a generic white paper napkin while drunk in a smoke-filled bar along Anonas.

I threw it away (the napkin, not the poem) after transferring “kay Marc” on my poetry notebook. I actually regret it. I might become famous someday and the napkin would be worth at least a hundred thousand pesos by then. *Sigh*

Anyway, I thought I was only one of the few who does this (writing of phone numbers and addresses excluded) and then I came upon a section of Esquire.com called The Napkin Project.

This particular line from Canadian writer Sheila Heti‘s napkin masterpiece really struck a chord:

(Yes, maybe being a pornographer is an exercise in being misunderstood.) but you don’t have to be understood by whore.

Now, I wonder…

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  1. Hhhmm.. Maybe I should start keeping all those things I write on table napkins too..

  2. Haha who knows? Right, Ron? 😀

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