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Reading Rimbaud. A passage called Credo in Unam. The Gods lose love and they fall in love again. They are stuck in the stupor and bliss of the heavens, and yet they still experience human emotions. And this is the backdrop for the problems of the human world. Perhaps they are not problems, but merely …
I remember when I met Rick Bragg two years ago at the Storyteller’s Summit Writer’s Workshop at the University of Florida. I explained to him that I was an aspiring filmmaker and also a great admirer of his work, which was true even though all I’d read was ‘Somebody Told Me’, an anthology of pieces …
When I created this thing a year ago today, I had very little idea what to expect from it. Its title those first several weeks was ‘Pancakes and a Working Title,‘ and I actually had to be talked out of keeping it, which today strikes me as scary but still pretty hysterical. In that time …
The passing of Clarence Clemons has got me thinking about the very idea of death and whether it is the sort of thing that should be mourned or celebrated in the case of any human being. Every day henceforth will exist beneath a backdrop of a world without Clarence, and the world now seems vacant or …
This is a prologue I had written a while back for the 'Michael Phoenix' canon (working title). There are more to come. I'm working on a new section for Quinby Street dedicated solely to the development of Phoenix, his world and the eventual epic that will focus on his life and trials. -Prologue- The room …
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I had a nice three or four days and then I crashed, and it seems now that there is nowhere to go but up. I hate being at the bottom of the barrel like this, with zero proficiency. Haven’t gone to the gym in nearly a week, which may be playing a larger role than …
Yesterday I realized that I’d missed Bob Dylan’s birthday. What do I mean by ‘missed’? Don’t know. I guess I didn’t get to stand back in reflection and think about him for a good five minutes or so. Play a song of his off my library or something. Just the idea of that strikes me …
So marks the first real post on this new spot currently in development with WordPress (the entry below being the most recent from the Blogspot location). Nothing against Blogger. I'm actually quite fond of its compatibility with Google and several other features. However the key element that I feel is missing is a way of …
A teacher told me once that if I write, then I am a writer. That may be true. That probably is true, but I have a hard time accepting it. Upon my desk is a spread of various notebooks, post-its and other odds-and-ends that make my life seem very busy and interesting--almost like the desk …
Jude is an old friend of mine, we went to school together in Gainesville. Waking up this morning working on songs and am noticing that converting them from Garageband files to regular MP3 files on iTunes drastically reduces the sound quality. For the most part, all of the vocal effects like reverb and what have …
It is three o clock in the morning on Sunday, February 6 as I’ve woken up from a light sleep from the living room couch. Today will mark the 45th Super Bowl, between the Packers and the Steelers. Apparently the Packers are the team I should henceforth root for according to a Maddow report explaining …
Today brings in a new morning, or we’ll see anyway. We’ll see if I’ll be able to maintain a daily log on the computer. It’s a bit more difficult for reasons I cannot understand. If I end up losing steam perhaps I’ll just stick with the paper journal. I love that little brown journal though. …
I have long been away. There can be no questioning that. I can't say whether I will henceforth be updating this account regularly as I had in the past. What I can say right now is that since my motorcycle crash last October, I have become engrossed by the powers of songwriting and poetry--both of …
I hear the jubilant, eternally nostalgic sound of the Ronettes, a sound that has always reminded me of some long-remembered high-school dance or 1960s Christmas party, radiating from the living room. I think I hear Bruce Springsteen. His songs often have that feel, particularly the fast-paced party songs infused with the sultry, steaming sound of …
A good friend of mine recently started his own blog, which inspired me to give the whole thing another shot. It's about 1:30 in the morning, and I am a bit tired to post anything too lengthy. For now, I'll leave something that ought to start this blog on something close to the right foot. …
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