Allen Ginsberg throwing his voice into the Futurama
Is is just me or does Allen Ginsberg sound suspiciously like Dr Zoidberg? Oh nevermind.
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…
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…
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.
So I’m at the supermarket and there’s this mother and two little girls ahead of me in check-out line and mom’s unloading her stuff from the cart. And her two little girls are super cute, one a little older and chubby, maybe eight or nine, and the other maybe six or seven. Both in matching…
There is this couple at the next table and she was waiting for a while for him. When he came he had this present for her. It was this box like you get in Japanese stores shaped like a chocolate box and inside it there were four crocheted chicks, or critters, he had made for…
The most important life skill is to learn to be loved. If, like me, life has taught you otherwise, and that you are unlovable, you had better unlearn in three, two, one. We’ll do it together. Now. Today is the day. Whatever it takes. I am with you. Fight Club, Glee Club. I’ll be over…
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