3 WORDS: Cardamom Wool Knob
For/from Nicole (unedited transcript, as promised) The cardamom in her coffee was too strong, and these days, she would have thought there’d be no such thing. She added cardamom to everything. Coffee, of course, and tea. Steamed milk. Curries. Sometimes,
3 WORDS: Cardamom Wool Knob
For/from Nicole (unedited transcript, as promised) The cardamom in her coffee was too strong, and these days, she would have thought there’d be no such thing. She added cardamom to everything. Coffee, of course, and tea. Steamed milk. Curries. Sometimes,
Energized, terrified
The weekend of August 13-15, 2016, I attended the When Words Collide conference in Calgary—the 2017 dates are August 11-13, do mark your calendars—and I’m so energized and excited and full of plans, I’m terrified. You know the feeling?
Energized, terrified
The weekend of August 13-15, 2016, I attended the When Words Collide conference in Calgary—the 2017 dates are August 11-13, do mark your calendars—and I’m so energized and excited and full of plans, I’m terrified. You know the feeling?
Pablo Neruda’s Eleventh: I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
Someone I love sent this to me earlier this week. And then I sent it to someone I love. And now, I give it to you: Love Sonnet XI / Pablo Neruda I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Pablo Neruda’s Eleventh: I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
Someone I love sent this to me earlier this week. And then I sent it to someone I love. And now, I give it to you: Love Sonnet XI / Pablo Neruda I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Rabindranath Tagore on what #memoir really is
“I do not know who has painted the pictures of my life imprinted on my memory. But whoever he is, he is an artist. He does not take up his brush simply to copy everything that happens; he retains or
Rabindranath Tagore on what #memoir really is
“I do not know who has painted the pictures of my life imprinted on my memory. But whoever he is, he is an artist. He does not take up his brush simply to copy everything that happens; he retains or
Life’s Dangerous Companions & Writing Days
Me: I’m alive. You: I don’t care. Me: You didn’t miss me, at all? You: No. What’s the word count? Me: Um. Well. Taking a bit of a break from making words and reading some. You: You know that’s procrastination,
Life’s Dangerous Companions & Writing Days
Me: I’m alive. You: I don’t care. Me: You didn’t miss me, at all? You: No. What’s the word count? Me: Um. Well. Taking a bit of a break from making words and reading some. You: You know that’s procrastination,
“Enchanted” love?
I am reading Eva Illouz’s Why Love Hurts ( Polity Press, 2012), a heavily researched, sociological academic polemic on the (macro-social) dysfunctions of modern love. An extended quote: “The elementary forms of “enchanted” love as a cultural prototype and a
“Enchanted” love?
I am reading Eva Illouz’s Why Love Hurts ( Polity Press, 2012), a heavily researched, sociological academic polemic on the (macro-social) dysfunctions of modern love. An extended quote: “The elementary forms of “enchanted” love as a cultural prototype and a
Soneto XVII by Pablo Neruda
porque te amo mas que amo mi vida… Soneto XVII / Pablo Neruda No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente,
Soneto XVII by Pablo Neruda
porque te amo mas que amo mi vida… Soneto XVII / Pablo Neruda No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente,
“And how’s the work going?”
Just don’t ask, please don’t ask. I’m tired of whining about it. It’s awful. It sucks. I’m an impostor. A failure. And I know you’re tired to hearing about it, as tired as I am of talking about it. I
“And how’s the work going?”
Just don’t ask, please don’t ask. I’m tired of whining about it. It’s awful. It sucks. I’m an impostor. A failure. And I know you’re tired to hearing about it, as tired as I am of talking about it. I
I’d like to introduce you to Forough Farrokhzad
I’ve “met” a new Iranian poet. Her name is Forough Farrokhzad (1935-1967). Listen: Find out more about here: Forough Farrokhzad & yes, she’s available in translation. I’m reading this one: Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad, translated by Sholeh Wolpe. Favourite part from
I’d like to introduce you to Forough Farrokhzad
I’ve “met” a new Iranian poet. Her name is Forough Farrokhzad (1935-1967). Listen: Find out more about here: Forough Farrokhzad & yes, she’s available in translation. I’m reading this one: Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad, translated by Sholeh Wolpe. Favourite part from
Actually, sometimes you’ve just got to whine…
The (awful) stage of my work at the moment (will never finish) is really driving home (why am I bothering) that time (useless, pointless, garbage, crap) does not (and yet here I am) heal all wounds (and this sure as
Actually, sometimes you’ve just got to whine…
The (awful) stage of my work at the moment (will never finish) is really driving home (why am I bothering) that time (useless, pointless, garbage, crap) does not (and yet here I am) heal all wounds (and this sure as
Simone Weil on how to make use of pain and suffering
The way to make use of physical pain. When suffering no matter what degree of pain, when almost the entire soul is inwardly crying “Make it stop, I can bear no more,” a part of the soul, even though
Simone Weil on how to make use of pain and suffering
The way to make use of physical pain. When suffering no matter what degree of pain, when almost the entire soul is inwardly crying “Make it stop, I can bear no more,” a part of the soul, even though
Friends don’t let writers whine; they make them write…
Tough love, baby, right? Sometimes, we all need tough love. A sampling of mine: Unadvice: When you’re in that place where you have the time and space to write–you planned to write–but the words aren’t coming because… trauma-drama-self-pity-tired–making yourself
Friends don’t let writers whine; they make them write…
Tough love, baby, right? Sometimes, we all need tough love. A sampling of mine: Unadvice: When you’re in that place where you have the time and space to write–you planned to write–but the words aren’t coming because… trauma-drama-self-pity-tired–making yourself
Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet XII: Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon
Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars,
Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet XII: Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon
Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars,
since you asked…
Today, I think, maybe, I can save some of it… I think I felt this way with the other ones? It’s sort of like childbirth. You forget totally how it feels in the middle, otherwise you’d never, ever do it
since you asked…
Today, I think, maybe, I can save some of it… I think I felt this way with the other ones? It’s sort of like childbirth. You forget totally how it feels in the middle, otherwise you’d never, ever do it
Sa’adi: “Let me cry, like the clouds in spring”
This is an off-the-cuff translation, but I think we did a pretty good job: Sa’adi. The “impossible” poet… Let me cry, like the clouds in spring, since even rocks cry on the night of separation Anyone who has sipped
Sa’adi: “Let me cry, like the clouds in spring”
This is an off-the-cuff translation, but I think we did a pretty good job: Sa’adi. The “impossible” poet… Let me cry, like the clouds in spring, since even rocks cry on the night of separation Anyone who has sipped
Maybe just don’t ask?
You: So. How are things going? I’m supposed to be negotiating the contract for Book # 2 (Consequences). I’m supposed to be doing stuff to help sell Book # 1 (that would be that Tell Me book). And all I
Maybe just don’t ask?
You: So. How are things going? I’m supposed to be negotiating the contract for Book # 2 (Consequences). I’m supposed to be doing stuff to help sell Book # 1 (that would be that Tell Me book). And all I
Air and light and time and space by Charles Bukowski
This, right? Just this: “– you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light. for
Air and light and time and space by Charles Bukowski
This, right? Just this: “– you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light. for
That stage called despair…
I’m on a new project, and… … it’s making me sick with anxiety, crazy. In one week, I am flow, I pour out 12,000 words effortlessly. The next week—I know—I don’t just think, I know—they are all crap. Unreadable.
That stage called despair…
I’m on a new project, and… … it’s making me sick with anxiety, crazy. In one week, I am flow, I pour out 12,000 words effortlessly. The next week—I know—I don’t just think, I know—they are all crap. Unreadable.
Tell Me is the November Book of the Month at BDSM Reviews…
…which is both awesome and weird, cause there’s no bondage in the book at all, and… …but you know what? I’m not complaining. Woo-hoo. 5 out of 5 Kink Sting Factor and 4 out of 5 Paddles (love the rating
Tell Me is the November Book of the Month at BDSM Reviews…
…which is both awesome and weird, cause there’s no bondage in the book at all, and… …but you know what? I’m not complaining. Woo-hoo. 5 out of 5 Kink Sting Factor and 4 out of 5 Paddles (love the rating
Thomas Wolfe on life, life, life
At the moment, these lines really speak to me, because… “…God is not always in his Heaven, all is not always right with the world. It is not all bad, but it is not all good, it is not all ugly, but
Thomas Wolfe on life, life, life
At the moment, these lines really speak to me, because… “…God is not always in his Heaven, all is not always right with the world. It is not all bad, but it is not all good, it is not all ugly, but
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