Not too long ago my friend Jeremiah asked me to help him write a simple 500 word bio for the Remo drum heads website. He knew that I had been writing a lot lately and was probably trying to be supportive (and maybe a bit productive). This was simple, Jeremiah has always been one of [...]
The Rapture – LA 2010 Rapture and Friends Dog Pile. Seattle, 1998. Photo by Brandon Harman.
“Why don’t you walk on down to Spirit Lake? You can walk over there on top of that snow.” Harry pointed out a field through the kitchen window that was buried about four feet deep in snow. “I will… oh sure… probably never to be seen again.” I smiled meekly at him. Harry grunted then [...]
At land’s end, let the recreational howling begin Grey skies, soft trees – lay me down in lichen please Night riders jitterbug around blue shadows
I’m standing on top of an old war bunker in Port Townsend where local soldiers used to guard entry into the Puget Sound. It’s abandoned, and nowadays only plays host to my friends’ graffiti. They live down the road and bike up here with paint when they get restless. The waters, down below, are frigid [...]
“Because hate is legislated… written into the primer and the testament, shot into our blood and brain like vaccine or vitamins Because our day is of time, of hours – and the clock-hand turns, closes the circle upon us: and black timeless night sucks us in like quicksand, receives us totally – without a raincheck [...]
David Foster Wallace has a new book coming out (posthumously) next year that has a great quote in it. I have no idea what context it is in, as I have not read the book yet: “Deciding to be less free = Deciding to choose in some kind of definitive way.” Last year, The New [...]
1) Exclusive. This is my least favorite word. Somewhere along the line we’ve decided that the act of excluding somebody was a desirable quality for our new Ford to have. Recently I noticed a billboard for “L.A’s most exclusive condominium…” What is that, a big empty building? 2) Spotlight. Spotlights seemed to have originally been [...]
“Thanks for the book – I don’t like it.” Zelda wrote this in a letter to Scott Fitzgerald in February of 1920. In a letter that followed a few days later, she softened: “And I love you so terribly that I’m going to read McTeague – but you may have to marry a corpse when [...]
“I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who would jump through the open window by my bed in the middle of the night and land on my chest. I’d half-awaken. He’d stick his skull under my nose and purr, stinking of urine and blood. Some nights he kneaded my bare chest with [...]