Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Sunday, March 28, 2010

an apache dance

ROBERTA: 31 years old. Blue jeans, a cheap dress-up blouse that's gotten ratty. She's physically depleted, with nervous bright eyes.
DANNY: 29 years old. Chinos and a pullover shirt. He's dark and powerful. He finds it difficult to meet Roberta's gaze.
About both characters: They are violent and battered, inarticulate and yearning to speak, dangerous and vulnerable.

An Apache Dance is a violent dance for two people, originated by the Parisian apaches. Parisian apaches are gangsters or ruffians.

This play is emotionally real, but it does not take place in a realistic world. Only those scenic elements necessary to the action should be on stage. Only those areas that are played in should be lit.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

I cast toward her and drift back

I know a guy who knows a guy who caught a couple off the point. Way off the point. So far off he couldn't see the point anymore. He caught them using what works way outthe only thing that's ever worked that far out, according to the guy I know who knows the guy who knows.
From "Fishing Report" by Ben Jahn in Panorama.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can. Ernest Hemingway

Sunday, March 21, 2010

perfect sunday morning

Writing and procrastinating by listening to Frank O'Hara reading "Having a Coke with You." Over and over. And thinking if I were to excerpt it here, I would choose this line

partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt


I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world

except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick


and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism

or maybe

it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience which is not going to go wasted on me

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

that is just what it isn't

You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mirror that you see the truth. Jean Rhys
Painting by Mark Rothko

Sunday, March 14, 2010

you won't be awake

It's so beautiful at this hour. The sun is low, the shadows are long, the air is cold and clean. You won't be awake for another five hours, but I can't help feeling that we're sharing this clear and beautiful morning. Jonathan Safran Foer

Thursday, March 11, 2010

what it is

Fiction's about what it is to be a human being.
David Foster Wallace
DFW's copy of DeLillo's Ratner's Star via this is

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

I was sentimental about many things

I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, “I’m going to pee…”; hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking, talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes, the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3am; being told you snore, hearing her snore; mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce, but always carrying on, seeing it through…Charles Bukowski via Melancholia.
Painting, Alyson Fox

Tuesday, March 9, 2010


Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members" connects with "the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age." I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar." I've never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I've entered my story, I need them more than ever. - Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex
Bracelet from Southwestern Jewelry

Monday, March 8, 2010

the violence of my imagination

I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps. Angela Carter
Image from mischief & manic via STNF

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

they care not

"When I do come into contact with children, I find them a disconcertingly tough audience. They care not for blurb or kudos, literary allusion or postmodern antics. Instead, they study every inch of a thing and are bluntly honest about it." Shaun Tan
Photo from the astounding Wendy Ewald

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

a little away from you

Voice comes to you through a spell, a trance. The best voices are not you...they're a little away from you. Barry Hannah
Manuscript page from The Paris Review