I was bemoaning to a friend earlier tonight, what with the major icy weather event we’re having here in Austin, that I seldom get holed up in my house long enough that I connect with my creative drive to produce something artistic. The weather here is just so nice year round (until it is definitely …
Category Archives: Prose
Plug
So much artistic, emotional, creative constipation. Hoping for the right stool softener the break through so I can make the best shit in my life. Instead, clenching, hoping for diamonds.
Turning Cranks With No Thanks
I have seen the greatest minds of my generation copied, co-opted, ripped off, written over, memified, stolen, and misapplied whenever they put their best efforts into the work they post on the internet. I have no illusions that my own work has become grist for the mill. I’ve seen it. Most of my readers are …
Unpunched
Waiting at the station 10 years for the train to come. One finally breezes into the station. I say, “whoa, you’re too fast!” “Yeah, but I’ll get you there sooner for a cheaper fare!” she says. “No transfers.” I reply, “but I’m scared of losing my ticket. I’ll wait for the next train.” “Alright. Sorry …
“Desolation Angels”, a Review
Finished reading Jack Kerouac’s “Desolation Angels” (1965), after 4 months of lugging it around in my backpack and car (I find books difficult to read with my current lifestyle, and would have better success if I ignored all the other humans in my vicinity). In this, Kerouac through his proxy Jack Dolouz begins this chapter …