Friday, July 29, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
“God and Lucifer had a terrible fight up in heaven. They battled for days and days and finally God won and knocked Lucifer off his cloud. As Lucifer fell to earth, his tail hooked on to God's cloud and pulled some things down to earth with him: dice, cards, guitars and other stringed instruments, and harmonicas. God still has his horns up in heaven. That's why horns are played by good people and why guitars and harmonicas are played by people like me."
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Thanks for the wild turkey and the Passenger Pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts
thanks for a Continent to despoil and poison —
thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger —
thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin, leaving the carcass to rot —
thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes —
thanks for the American Dream to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through —
(more after the jump)
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
It's the Passover Season, and it's time for gefilte fish in clear jelly, things unleavened, and... Popopo Candy? It seems there's some new guests following Elijah in the door. Better tell Aunt Shelia to bring that extra bridge table...
Lost Jewish tribe 'found in Zimbabwe'
Welcome, new friends! Let me show you a bit about a New York Passover...
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Writing, to me, is something magical. Where do the words come from - placed one after the other, to form coherent (sometimes) ideas meant to move me (and subsequently, others)?
When writing for real, I always compare it to spelunking: diving down deep to my reservoir of words and thoughts to see what I can retrieve. I am of the belief that if I dive far enough (and am left alone), I can get the good stuff.
It's like Pearl Diving.
And it's just as dangerous*.
So it's a question of Muse. And it got me thinking.
What is the best way to get deep:
Pad & Paper, or Keyboard & Computer?
The easy answer is "whatever works". But that's too vague.
There is something visceral about using a Pen and sheet of Paper. Something analog that speaks to me in a "rubbing two sticks together to make fire" kind of way. It adds to the illusion of Magical Process, and whatever adds to that illusion builds on that illusion, and (may) produce better (deeper) work.
"There is something about seeing your words on a screen before you that makes you send the word with a better bite, sighted in closer to the target. I know a computer can't make a writer but I think it makes a writer better. Simplicity in writing and simplicity in getting it down, hot and real. When this computer is in the shop and I go back to the electric, it's like trying to break rock with a hammer. Of course, the essence of writing is there but you have to wait on it, it doesn't leap from the gut as quickly, you begin to trail your thoughts -- your thoughts are ahead of your fingers which are trying to catch up. It causes a block of sorts indeed."
My own personal process has moved from Pen & Paper to Post-it's and Computer. But I'm torn enough to write this post, hoping that by the last word I type I'll have the answer.
*Sometimes I don't want to come back up for air. It's cozy down here.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
(I love this guy's work)
Addictive, like "Paranormal Activity" dipped in liquid Cocaine.
Vince Churchill's "The Butcher Bride" is a book that you cannot put down.
Like a rusty tilt-a-whirl in Hell's official Theme Park, the story sets an erotically gruesome tone and only lets up because the author seems to sense that you'll need the occasional breath. It takes the classic "Haunted House" story and covers it in lye, burning away the extraneous to get to the sweet marrow that frightens us all.
In "The Butcher Bride", the author skewers not only the characters of the story, but the Media, Hollywood, and those types of people who slow down at traffic accidents hoping for a dark glimpse of Death itself. The writing is special in that the words leap off the page at you with such clarity you'll feel like you're watching a movie.
An enormously satisfying read, you'll be sucked into the pages, at times whimpering to be let out again.
Visit Vince at his site and tell him I said hello...
Monday, October 26, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
It looks as if I'm starting a new job. A full time job. I'm not sure I can type it out.
Monday, August 31, 2009
to see behind, where clear thought
shies away from light,
away from spies
who'd hope to glean
their mask-less guise
And spoil life's one last great surprise.
into this void I'd dare to wade
where shapeless forms likely forbade
those like myself whose timelines braid
one starkly lit
one drenched in shade
Where lives go on but memories fade.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
|1.||tearfully or weakly emotional; foolishly sentimental|
Aohkigahara Forest, west of Tokyo at the base of Mount Fuji, is known as the "suicide forest."
There were 2,645 suicides recorded in January 2009, a 15 percent increase from the 2,305 for January 2008, according to the Japanese government. And so, a sign has been posted:
If you're still feeling "up"...
And because balance is important, here's a box full of kittens.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
- Address the United States Congress.
- Own a Robot Manservant, and treat it so well that he'll protect me from the other Robot Manservants' when they rise against humanity.
- Travel to Russia and wear a furry hat.
- Be in a meeting where one of my advisers says "Sounds great! Well the first thing we'll need is a white robe."
- Find out the true meaning of my tattoo.
- Travel to Machu Picchu and nap in a shaded corner.
- Sit in my personal library surrounded by old paperback books, breathing deeply through my nose.
- Train for a Biathlon. Then subsequently realize what kind of commitment this actually entails. Spend the rest of the afternoon at White Castle.
In the meantime, here's some riddles (if you enjoy that kind of thing).