We stood at the precipice staring at bones they didn’t lie but had shattered with time That endless roar between the eyes herding us home. This is not as bleak as it sounds, we pander, to no one in particular. By holding on to that first note, it generates a feeling of suspense This timeContinue reading “Don’t hold your breath”
My father forbid two movies that year-
I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more. C.S. Lewis The truth is a dangerous thing, especially to those who have been warned never to speak. The truth leaves you alone. Abandoned. With only truth as your companion. Left for dead onContinue reading “The Lie Brigade”
“Never give up. Never let things out of your control dictate who you are.” Unknown The mornings are cool near the desert and life begins sluggishly because it stays up late. The to do list creeps up slowly following like a hungry dog, starved for attention, as they always are. Dogs are in fact bottomlessContinue reading “Wednesday is a goth girl”
In any creative discipline, commercial success is a double-edged sword: On the one hand, it activates “the winner effect,” the well-documented psychological phenomenon wherein success breeds more success, or, as Michael Lewis put it, “commercial success makes [things easier], and it also creates pressure to be more of a commercial success”; on the other hand,Continue reading “Double-edged swords”
In the end, as human beings, this is what we do. It’s madness, folly and ultimately, in undeniably sensible circles, potentially meaningless. Does the meaningless drive us mad? If one of us is crazy, aren’t we all? The fact that it is in us to completely disavow ourselves from any identifiable features (human speech, ourContinue reading “This is what we do to ourselves”
The bottom line, however, is that I need work and everything has either evaporated or been the usual, typical, so over-it-bullshit and what do you do in this case when you’re not insane enough to be Van Gogh but you are as talented a dish washer, if that makes any allegorical sense to the four of you who blessedly pretend to understand me.
I’m gonna… and that’s all I remember of what I think is a Pink Floyd song. I am still not sure where my voter’s handbook is. I know there is something in there about a bond by the state of California. I know I care about two things, the water rules and the stop puttingContinue reading “One of these days…”