There are people everywhere who form a Fourth World, or a diaspora of their own. They are the lordly ones! They come in all colours. They can be Christians or Hindus or Muslims or Jews or pagans or atheists. They can be young or old, men or women, soldiers or pacifists, rich or poor. They… Continue reading The Nation of Nowhere
Ithaca by Constantine P. Cavafy (1863 - 1933) When you set out on your journey to Ithaca, pray that the road is long, full of adventure, full of knowledge. The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops, and the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them: You will never find such as these on your path, if your thoughts… Continue reading The Journey
This is an excerpt from Paulo Coelho's "The Zahir," a story about a man whose wife has left him for another man. In this exchange he speaks with his new lover and she tries to make him understand that he's been acting out of fear. "You see? You don't even want to say his… Continue reading “Don’t forget, I’ve been hurt before.”
The Jew's Daughter is an interactive, non-linear, multi-valent narrative, a storyspace that is unstable but nonetheless remains organically intact, progressively weaving itself together by way of subtle transformations on a single virtual page. (Say that five times fast.) What? Yeah, I don't know either. Click here to read the entire thing. It goes on for pages and… Continue reading The Jew’s Daughter or, Bad Poetry: I’ll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours
Whether it's your pain or someone else's, it's all of use to a storyteller. Steal it, spin it, say it out loud. Your failures are your friends. Just write it all down.
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,Of the poor results of… Continue reading O me! O life!
Some love is fire: some love is rust:But the fiercest, cleanest love is lust.And their lust was tremendous. It had the feelOf hammers clanging; and stone; and steel:And torches of the savage, roaring kindThat rip through iron, and strike men blind:Of long trains crashing through caverns underGrey trembling streets, like angry thunder:Of engines throbbing; and… Continue reading The Wild Party
You guys! My little brother is DJing in New York City tonight. New York-freaking-City! So I was going to go into this whole tirade about working hard and following your dreams and how proud I am and the lessons I've learned and other mushy stuff like that, but it's Saturday and my brain is sleepy. So,… Continue reading Lessons Learned (Sleepy Tom Edition)