View larger image at 5280 Lens Mafia… William and Maud I am haunted by numberless islands… – WB Yeats Walking by the shore at dusk, air leaden with a faith in words.
“Working for a major studio can be like trying to have sex with a porcupine. It’s one prick against thousands.” Who said it?
by Michael Tracey It isn’t just that there is an appetite for scandal, sex, sleaze, death narratives, it is also that feeding such appetites can be very profitable. The fact is that […]
“I’m interested in what motivates you, and how you understand the world.” He glanced sideways at her. “Rausch tells me you’ve written about music.” “Sixties garage bands. I started writing about them […]
Ozymandias Source: Jack Cohen Art, Shadows exhibit The universe is destined to die. Some physicists believe that this death will occur as the rate of expansion tears every atom apart. Others believe […]
Poets have the (un)enviable duty to explore the entirety of human experience, from birth to death and everything in between. But in my experience, few poets have tried to fully explore the […]
I’m not a political poet. Not for the most part, anyway. I certainly never wanted to be one, and I had been writing for a number of years before this finally happened: […]