To be faire, I think we're all idiots!
As a young artist I thought my job was to “control” my art. I was to define it (and myself), mold it (and myself) and ultimately deny what fell outside of that mold. Writing was something that required pen and paper, though I did eventually succumb to the call of the keyboard. I considered myself…
The power went out a few weeks ago. It started early in the evening and lasted well into the heart of the night. More so than the day, an outage at night, if you are awake, shows you how loud life has become. Thank God it didn’t last for days. I almost noticed that my…
Image credit: NASA’s Earth Observatory/NOAA/DOD Passively watching the life cycle of a dictator is one of America’s favorite pastimes. Who really needs the details. It’s not like that could ever happen to us.
The world feels heavy as of late, not directly because of the political changes in my homeland, but more the hate of the few that has so heavily outweighed the love of the many. I am struggling with the math on that one, but I’m sure if I ever do figure it out, a thumb…
In those hours before I am ready to let go of the ephemeral place and allow the real into my mind. I am often flooded with amazing words and phrases. Over the years I’ve learned to let myself enjoy them as far as they will go, since the simple act of reaching for a pen…
NOVEL Player Piano August 1952NOVEL The Sirens of Titan October 31, 1959PLAY Penelope (Alternate title Happy Birthday, Wanda June) 1960NOVEL Mother Night 1961COLLECTION Canary in a Cathouse September 1961PLAY The Very First Christmas Morning December 14, 1962√ NOVEL Cat’s Cradle April 1963NOVEL God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, or Pearls Before Swine January 1965COLLECTION Welcome to the Monkey House August 1968PLAY Fortitude September 1968√ NOVEL Slaughterhouse-Five, or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-Dance with Death March 1969NOVEL Dance with Death March…
These last few months have brought up some very dark perspectives for the future for me. Even if you haven’t really being paying attention it is easy to understand why. What is not easy to understand is from where all the hate is coming. When I stumble upon photographs like this one, I remember the…