Tag Archives: the writing life
CEASEFULNESS
“At least I know 10,000 things that don’t work,” said Edison when looking for the perfect material for the electric light filament.
And now a photographic taste of a novel I’m planning on writing. Some of you know this gestating book as Summer, Fall, Summer, but I have decided to evolve the title to [...]
Posted in B.L.O.G Big Long Open Gash Also tagged Agnihotra, american road trip, Joseph Campbell, Kat Black, Our Writers, Patti Smith, Shaman, Tarot, the road, Thelma & Louise, univer, universe 1 Comment
WRITER V WRITER
Hey my loves. While I was thrice-weekly taking photographs for Australian food, fashion and culture website UHH, that little project has ceased to exist. The editor has jetted off to take a job in West Africa of all places. Fabulous opportunity for him; I asked him to pet a lioness for me, in all due [...]
Posted in B.L.O.G Big Long Open Gash Also tagged Dan Krige, How do you live?, lion cub, storm troopers 5 Comments
CRAZY DIAMOND
So I am going on a hiatus, a pilgrimage of literary bravura, towards the unknown future, within the realm of unending potentiality, upon which my own expression will be explosively expressed. I don’t know how often I’ll get back to the gash, but I now realize I must disentangle myself from the entire area (of [...]
SCHOOL OF THOUGHT
“Learning is a treasure that will follow its owner everywhere.” – Chinese Proverb
In my New Year thrall of organization, (that is, organization in technology; in what I put into my body; in what I create; in what I think and feel) I have come across an old article from “Smart Start Magazine” (2007), [...]
Posted in B.L.O.G Big Long Open Gash Also tagged learning, school, smart start, Sophie interview, the ocean of futurity, THINK, wikipedia, writer 4 Comments
ON WHOSE TIME
From the depths of my sodden brain-trodden mind last night, as I tossed and turned, saturated with my own thoughts and words, I wrote these lines by ink, half in the dark, by the candlelight of Kissmass candles. Then this came along, just as I have written before, like “Rorschact inkblots,” my thoughts beginning “to [...]
NOBLE SACRIFICE
It may be hard, but this is all I have committed to do within the realm of writing, ever since I began examining the quality of life itself. Such an intimate history of humanity arrives at my doorstep, crawls into my lap. Painful pleasure, raptures and sorrow. Not sure how much longer I’ll last in [...]
Posted in B.L.O.G Big Long Open Gash, Favourites, Why Do You Write? Also tagged death, Nobel Prize, why I have always been sad, wuthering heights 9 Comments
REALITY HUNGER, WONDER, CLAPTON AND SHIELDS