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I have realized that now more than perhaps forever, art.. music.. poetry, paintings, literature (and the beautiful creators of said art) are for, far too many people, a totally foreign concept, an intellectual endeavor to be frowned upon or even mocked. I believe without art, the rest of this existence is just pointless. So in…
Re the way the US election is going… My kid has taught me (there is SO much to learn from our children, we just have to be prepared break our bad habits and move forward with them) that calling people stupid is reductive and kind of missing the point of WHY humans do the things…
February 3, 1947 – January 23, 2024
This post is background to a poem that has not even been posted yet. Heck it’s not even fully done, but no matter. It is inspired (if that is the right word for something very sad) by an article in the Washington Post about Old people going walk-about from their OA homes, getting lost and…
So we are now 50 posts old. Writing this as i listen to Pharoah Sanders go wonderfully and gently mad, his jazz deviance connecting perfectly with my fragile cool state of mind. Want to use this opportunity to take you by the hand gentle reader and re-show you a poem or four that (I believe)…
I am an Artist (yes capital A, sue me) and I have lived most of my life in an alternate universe of Artists, be they musicians, poets, painters, playwrights, the list goes on, in my universe the art is never transactional, making money is a delightful side effect should it happen, but it is never…
Dreams and memories, the troubles of the outer world… Click On The Title to read more
I was talking to a friend earlier today about something that afflicts all storytellers from time to time: Writer’s Block. So I thought I would share a cure that seems to work (for me anyway) What I do, is take a MUCH older piece of writing, preferably something that was left half formed but still…
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From the Outside, Listening In. 