There was a weight on her head today, and she dropped into her lounge chair to spend the rest of the day watching movies. She starts with a favorite, Out of Africa with Robert Redford. She thinks she is dreaming but it feels real and wakes to see him—yes, Robert Redford is in her house and knelling in front of her. “She’ll go away,” he says. “What?” “The lioness. She’s just curious. I will protect you.” No, he won’t, she
I’m always looking for unique gifts and that usually means customized. Over the years I’ve done many. I love art. I love odd art. I love to write things – mostly short things – poems, flash fiction, funny sayings – so I have combined those activities. Here are a few recent ones and I am working on new ideas. You can see more in the Shop which is not quite set up yet.
In dark times, poetry and music often become more important to us, providing the kind of transcendence we need to interpret painful events in a wider context. I am reminded of Leonard Cohen lately who wrote Anthem, (some like to call it Ring the Bells) one of his most beautiful and hopeful songs. Since Cohen’s death on November 7 2016, the lyrics of Anthem have resonated across the internet. If you don’t remember him, it may be because many of
Excerpt from book 1: The Excalibur Nightclub was contained in a giant Gothic graystone guarded by winged gargoyles over the door. In the basement of the building, reached via a treacherous spiral staircase, there is a hole into the earth. Hidden from club party goers, it sits under a wooden floor and appears to be an old well—but some claim it is a gateway to hell. Long before the space became the Club, before the recording studio, the publishing house,
My studio is not exactly the New York City artist’s loft I always wanted. There is a part of me that wanted to be a true bohemian artist—THAT person—the one who lives and acts by a different set of conventional rules. I didn’t so now I am writing about it. My loft would not be just about art; it would be a collection of all my thoughts and loves. Books everywhere—particularly old books. Maybe I would also be a book
This week, I started revisiting my 1997 album Closed on Account of Rabies which features Edgar Allan Poe poems and stories interpreted and read by Jeff Buckley, Marianne Faithfull, Christopher Walken, Debbie Harry, Dr. John, Iggy Pop, and others. I found it by accident years ago in a reduced bin at some obscure record store. Ralph Steadman contributed the cover art and I’ve always been a fan of his extraordinary work.And speaking of stories and people from the dark side:
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Growth, achievements, confidence – wildly improved. Road trips-highly recommended! Continuing here from where I left off.
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