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 …
Category Archives: Prose
Expressed
I often wonder how many writers will never take the effort to write long form prose because their desire to tell a story is satisfied by microblogging and social media. I noticed my blog and paper journal output have dropped off significantly since I got my Facebook and Twitter accounts. And I haven’t written a …
Insufferable Siblings
J.D. Salinger’s “Franny & Zooey” is a pair of tales about a handful of abominable people. I trudged through the reading and tried to understand, to sympathize, but these characters are just terrible, vapid people. Franny was an effete waif constantly wasting away her life in passive despair. Zooey was her overconfident asshole of a …
Kaeli
Eventually, I found myself in a land of pastel, of clean squares and ornate architecture. A long plane of gardens and villas, perfect trees, grid lines and curved surfaces broken up in pleasing ways to keep monotony away. Spiral columns holding up veils and sheets, wide beds for reclining and sleep. It was a place …
Palabra Jot
I’m thinking I need to sign up for some sort of creative writing class. I mean, sure, I like to write, and I think I’m fine at it, but I want to be more together with it, more regular, more devoted, more productive. Y’know? Something to knock me out of my doldrums. See, I don’t …