Allen Ginsberg throwing his voice into the Futurama
Is is just me or does Allen Ginsberg sound suspiciously like Dr Zoidberg? Oh nevermind.
I woke up late this morning. To bird song. And if you’ve ever woken up to birdsong in Australia, you know that it never fucking stops. It’s not like birdsong in America, which politely diminishes by mid-morning, and by noon is just a distant memory. No, over here, it’s a constant, euphoric shake rattle and…
Have you seen this Milos Formon Movie, Taking off? This is a clip from it. I’m taking off too. For my first AWP, the launch of my first book, my first reading. See you there. And watch the whole movie. I worked for a while as a blurb writer for a cable station. I had…
Writing the Weird, over at LitReactor has wrapped for now. I dug it more than a little, thanks to one of the most inventive and crazy-enthusiastic groups I’ve had the privilege of working with. I read some great stuff—malevolent bees and addictive urinal cakes (because they’re blue) and ghost towns of the mind. It was…
Because Charlie Watts. And because it’s Friday, and I crushed, like six deadlines. And because it’s wine time. And because the bodies of those deadlines are a bridge back to the manuscript. What a beautiful buzz to be out of that rut.
A friend told me the other day that the novel she just finished was not the one she wanted to write. Isn’t that the point? Isn’t that the sound we hear as we tap, or type, or scribble? The sound of our own heartbeat, and maybe we’re panting a little, maybe even sobbing, as the…
I am going to concentrate on getting ready for the conference today. It’s called Tin House and it’s in Portland, Oregon. And although I was born in Ca, I live in Sydney, Australia, and I haven’t been to the Northwest since I was a baby. It’s a big thing. Not just the travel, but also…
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