Thursday — March 18th, 2010
Have you ever wanted to go someplace you don’t speak the language? Where no one has heard of the place you come from and no one cares? Where the customs seem bizarre but no one thinks to explain them? Where it seems anything you imagine can come true but still some things surprise you?
Have you ever wanted to throw a dart at a map and just go there with someone you have never met?
Transcriptorial: where the stories we write come true / and mingle while we sleep / leaving hints and traces for the morning
July 29th, 2009
Let me shout out to Perspectives Magazine, which has published a short story of mine, The Canvas, in its July, 2009 issue. The magazine’s tagline is, “where inanimate objects have their say,” and my story is told by a canvas with a violent distrust of its painter.
You can find it here:
Somewhere on that page is a way to buy the magazine, and somewhere else is a way to preview it online; you can read my story and many others.
June 3rd, 2009
Let’s talk about scale! My friend, Tim Maly, writes a blog called Quiet Babylon, and in this post he discusses scale:
These Secret Vespers installments are tagged with scale, though many others could be. That crushing sense is one of the hardest sensations for me to put to words. Like love, hope, and so many other pre-verbal feelings, I find I can set it up with words or art, but that’s all I can do. The rest happens in the viewer or reader.
I get sort of dizzy, sort of light-heading, and I feel sort of outside myself when the scale of something big hits me. The traffic seen from above a major highway does this to me. The ocean, especially when stormy, does this to me. That documentary, Baraka, does this to me.
But enough about me. What has given you a crushing sense of scale?
