yogi | author | artist
a poem
I know you learn the right thing when it’s the right time…
but I feel I’ve missed out.
While I’m glad I knew Beckett,
and Hemingway was an inspiration,
and D.Foster Wallace was a revelation,
on top of the many must-knows who came before;
no one bothered to tell me to read
these lines,
each one
light years beyond
what passes for
language.
I started a new story, because I had to keep from tinkering with my new novel while it was being edited. Now I have the edits, so I need to put down the new story. Sheesh! These are the kind of problems to have!
I just drove to Saratoga Springs for the day to talk with someone who had already e-mailed me comprehensive feedback on a project. I got a ton of information from the line edits of my new novel, and my friend, author Lâle Davidson, wrote a very clear summary of her overall impressions.
So why did I drive for seven hours with Mica in the back seat and the nagging feeling that I should be sitting in Brooklyn being productive? It’s because my in-person interactions with Lâle are so inspiring. There’s an energy about face-to-face dialog that provides nuance to information and the real-time interaction allows fine-tuning of understanding. Continue reading “Human Interaction”
Stop; inhale, exhale; notice the inhale, the exhale; notice the moment between the inhale, the exhale; now go do something inspired…
My mornings feel like a nature show; I’m tearing apart one beast as two others circle, making thinly veiled threats to each other.
I strive to use nature’s way of preventing real war, making words the dog and cat just read as growls;
And on a good day, I manage to get them both their pet food without incident.
Sitting in a still, silent subway car on the manhattan bridge;
the wind is whipping;
it feels like the world froze over…
as i watch the redskins while visiting my dad
as they play in fedex field
and all the commercials look like music videos
and i see one of my acting idols advertising the capital one card Continue reading “infinite jest”
This is not a serious poem
Who could seriously entertain any idea of getting old as a positive
My father put it best, perhaps:
It beats the alternative Continue reading “The Importance of Getting Old”
I should write a story without a positive ending. I’m going to write it now. here it is. The story began on the dark side of my darkest day — or on the bright side of my brightest day, depending on which side you’re looking from.
I’m writing it by talking to Siri so that I have to talk fast and I can’t think very much about what I’m saying; Continue reading “Double Negative”
As a manipulator of words, I often am searching for the one that conveys just the right meaning. Pamela Haag has assembled a list of such words, unfortunately, they’re not in English. But who knows, perhaps because of their je ne sais quoi — beating ability or the Weltanschauung they engender, they will come into the Mother Tongue.
Here’s an example:
Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan, an indigenous language of Tierra del Fuego): The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start.
and here’s the whole list:
The Top 10 Relationship Words that Aren’t Translatable into English
Reposted from march 11, 2012 (because I like it)