Posts filed under “writing”.
Anna is standing behind me in the queue, holding the tv in both arms as if it were a large foal. The shop guy glances at her but addresses me with his eyebrows. Something wrong, sir? We don’t want it, I tell him. It’s crap. A dud. Wish we’d never bought it. Anna puts it [...]
Between my fits of sleep I thought about you, rehearsing our future, which I knew would be brief. Of course we would sleep together, though this topic had not yet been discussed. In those days, as you recall, it had to be discussed first, and so far we had not progressed beyond a few furtive [...]
The voice. It could be him but it isn’t. It is completely different. It is gravelly and the band is heavy on bass and feedback, dissonant; the lyric is mystical, coming through a smokehouse, conjuring up the night streets, tarts on dope and studs with diamonds and kids going hungry and scavenging dogs. Could easily [...]
“It is startling to realize that some of our most cherished memories may never have happened—or may have happened to someone else. I suspect that many of my enthusiasms and impulses, which seem entirely my own, have arisen from others’ suggestions, which have powerfully influenced me, consciously or unconsciously, and then been forgotten. Similarly, while [...]
You ask whether your verses are good. You ask me. You have asked others before. You send them to magazines. You compare them with other poems, and you are disturbed when certain editors reject your efforts. Now (since you have allowed me to advise you) I beg you to give up all that. You are [...]