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sometimes i write, right?

In Writing, personal, poetry on 15 August 2008 with no comments

A love poem?
Each morning I reach
my fingers, tentacles of light and sound.
There are daydreams with more scope,
Where the pale flowers still stretch
un-wilted by heat.
Each night I whisper;
your ears are willing accomplices.
Silent as the beating of butterfly wings,
(silent as butterfly wings beat)
that cause tsunamis in the Philippines.
There are much bigger pools to drown in,
none so much […]

and the symphonies of light…

In People, Writing, neuva york, personal on 29 July 2008 with 3 comments

Occasionally I get words stuck in my head, like the hook of a song you can’t quite remember but can’t quite forget. Even though I’m sure they’re not original, not my own thoughts they can be applied so beautifully to that particular moment that it loops over and over.
Consider me the Kanye of writing.
Today I […]

the diving bell and the butterfly

In Movies, People, Writing, books, culture, film, french on 14 July 2008 with no comments

Today while waiting the two hours and forty minutes to pick up my defective iphone, I had the great pleasure to read my second favorite gift from cover to cover The Diving Bell and The Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby. I’m sure by now everyone has heard of the excellent movie chronicling the former editor of […]

Literary sampling

In Movies, Music, Writing on 13 May 2008 with no comments

Two days after I posted the passage from White Teeth, I was reading through the archives of the Paris Review and came across a W. H. Auden interview (which is brilliant by the way) where he quoted a line from his poem which appeared in the New Yorker: “Thousands have lived without love, not one without […]

The beauty of an Ellipsis(…)

In Writing on 1 May 2008 with 1 comment

Nic and I got into a nice small discussion about our love for Ellipsis (I love to discuss things that surround the use of language).
For her it was the lack of permanence.  Leaving something undefined…Never really committing to a statement…the idea that it was still open…maybe…
For me…it’s the idea that things might be carried on…that […]

The Night Owl

In Writing, writers on 28 April 2008 with no comments

“I work at night. I don’t just mean I write at night - I am writing this at 1.53am, as it happens - I mean I function at night. After sunset, I think as clearly as I ever will. I want to walk about, play the banjo and wear hats. I want to enjoy being […]

the narrative

In Writing on 15 March 2008 with no comments

It has been a while. In the silence of the past week I was more able to reconnect with the story, to think and imagine the narrative which drives it, to develop it more. To fine tune my mind to focus less on my own solipsistic narration (twitter on crack) and exist outside of […]

The Dreams are Killer

In Writing, personal on 5 March 2008 with no comments

My dream life has been rather interesting. I’d been trying to think of the context in which to write about it, but honestly, they need no context. They’re a little insane and a little unstable and make only a little sense. (I try to avoid writing about dreams because well, usually they’re quite boring for […]

I heart Dark Room

In Writing on 26 January 2008 with 2 comments

I began using Dark Room this morning and I am converted. I’ve always been lacking a bit in the attention span department, which you might know if you’ve ever had a real live conversation with me. I switch subjects faster than a race car driver switches lanes. Writing had become the chore of trying […]

Descriptions, Descriptions, Descriptions.

In Writing, books, writers on 24 January 2008 with no comments

I’ve been thinking a lot in terms of the descriptive lately with a heavy focus on people. Living in New York gives you the opportunity to be inspired again and again by the hundreds of people you pass daily. I watched the old man sitting across from me on my way into work and I […]