Tacked awkwardly onto the end of a long-unopened file, I just stumbled upon the first work of fiction I ever intended to write. I was twenty-one. It’s been a decade. I’m someone that twenty-one-year-old wouldn’t recognize; I might be someone he wouldn’t like. I know I wouldn’t care for him—I didn’t like . . . → Read More: Negative Space
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As is evident from even a cursory examination of the post dates of this website, it’s been a while since I clicked digits on keyboard with the intention of creating or, as was the case this evening, put an actual pen to actual paper. And, as I’ve recently kvetched elsewhere about my lack of writing . . . → Read More: Presents I’m pleased to announce that my collected poems are now available for purchase as Still Missing Flight Myself. Some of the best cautionary advice that could be given any writer—young or old, famous or obsucre—is to never forget that not every word you write will be worth preserving. Much of any writer’s output is . . . → Read More: Still Missing Flight Myself I. Where Poe’s arduous Arthur Gordon Pym is concerned, a completely satisfactory answer to a simple central question would push into proper position the tumblers of the complex combination lock its text has always seemed: is Pym constructed as a work of realism or as fantasy? It seems all critical analyses of . . . → Read More: Magical Realism’s More Complete Mimesis in “The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym” …and somehow I forgot to mention it on my own fucking webpage. I tweeted it. I Facebooked it. I posted it in the obscurer depths of a Nine Inch Nails message board, but I never mentioned that the interview is actually available online. Below, is the full-text. But I think the magazine probably wants you . . . → Read More: Amoskeag Interview Went Live… Perspective on Time
I When I was nine, I spent my time at school or on the bus, keeping quiet. A soldier spy, Jedi Knight, superhero— someone struggling to maintain a meek secret identity. This narration, a running monologue rewrote everything, a chrome remolding of every tarnished event, until some khaki-slacked teacher called my . . . → Read More: Perspective on Time I know, I know: I’m rather late. Still, I beat the Grammys. But before it becomes as dangerously irrelevant, I present to you the Top 10 Albums of 2011. Last year, I bought 41 new LPs and screened a few others. Virtually every artist on my list of favorites released an LP, yet six of . . . → Read More: 10 Best Records of 2011 Earlier this year, Amoskeag Journal, out of New Hampshire, published my short story “[sic].” Recently, I had the good fortune to be deemed by their editors worthy of an interview and, should you so choose, you’ll be able to read that interview here, on January 8th—allegedly it will “go live” around noon. If you . . . → Read More: Interview with Amoskeag Hi, kids. If you’ve landed on this website and read past its front page, there’s at least a 40% chance that you’re a nerd. And I offer that epithet in complimentary fashion—nerds are my people. We’re as much a family as any political party, any college fraternity, any professional football team or its fans. We’re . . . → Read More: Nerd Flirting I’ve been quiet awhile due to less than thrilling real-life concerns. Nothing exciting has kept me away from writing—a bloody shame, really, because the bit of fecund yin hidden in the aggravatingly dramatic yang that is often existence is the potential to later retell the tale to any number of ends: entertainment, education, commiseration, &c. . . . → Read More: The 20 Best Tracks of 2011 (So Far) |
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