… all that’s left is the art.

I’ve heard versions of this sentiment before — probably back in the old art school days in the early 80’s — but came across it again in the NYT today while trolling articles about art and music.  Specifically, the story was about a huge sale of Damien Hurst art at auction (snore) and the haul [...]

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poetry friday: haiku / saving the publishing industry (a post in fits)

Today I’m doing two posts in one, and the poems are offset so you can read them and ignore the rest if you want.
I’m inter-cutting some haiku with some ideas that came about when a neighbor asked me if I thought the publishing industry was going to survive.  It was odd because the questions was [...]

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the desired effect

As I plow my way through my critical thesis I find my mind drifting.  The problem of having to exert so much brain toward thinking critically only makes the longing for creative writing stronger.  I half wonder if this is the desired effect.
That phrase, the desired effect, sticks.  What is it I want from my [...]

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slumdog imperialist guilt trip

First, I haven’t seen Slumdog Millionaire, though I want to.  That said..
I woke up this morning unsettled by last night’s Academy Awards ceremony.  It’s always bothered me that a storytelling medium gives lip service to the people who actually write the stories, and that it spends vast fortunes to tell these stories.  It calls itself [...]

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poetry friday: talking blues

If you want to get to heaven, let me tell you what to do,
Gotta grease your feet in mutton stew.
Then slide right out of the slippery sand,
And eeeeeeease over to the Promised Land!
That’s how I learned it in fifth grade, and that was all I learned. No mention of Woody Guthrie, no real explanation for [...]

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meanwhile, back at the ranch

Sometimes, when the brain is actually functioning, I do smart things. Like how a few weeks ago I wrote and schedule this new post over at Guys Lit Wire because I knew my day to post would be the week before my first packet deadline this semester. Huh. Pretty good. I [...]

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brain: it’s dead, jim

I can’t hold coherent thoughts, not in my head, not on paper. Conversations with myself, personal pep talks, leave me speaking of myself in the third person. I know what the jigsaw puzzle is supposed to look like but I cannot figure out the orientation of the pieces.
This is his brain. This [...]

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forcing slivers of truth

So work on the Critical Thesis for school is plodding along.  Today I got my first dump of articles I requested from the library and began to sort through to figure out what’s useful.  I’m in this odd state where I’ve got some ideas about what to say but not really how to put it.  [...]

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