Category: literature
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Thanks AND A CHALLENGE to International Guests
For the record, I’ve been humbled by how many of you from outside the U.S. interact on here: Which is why I scheduled this one to post at three in the morning my time, what Ray Bradbury called “no souls hour” in Something Wicked This Way Comes. No, I’m not awake–I’m probably dreaming of being an Animorph or…
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A Near-Death Experience for Poetry
Our nation’s in crisis and doesn’t even know it. “What are you talking about, Lance, of course they–” Not like that. The moment you ruin funding for the arts, the moment music becomes an elective, the moment you have more copywriters than poets, you start down into absurdity. The poets are always the first to…
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Pigs, Poems & Paradise
I’ve Doberman (one of you Literators) to thank for the sudden outburst in poetics. Forgive me if I don’t try and publish poetry these days–the time involved pays significantly less than stories, articles and freelance editing. I like to think there’s value in the mere act of crafting poems. And occasionally sharing them. Anyways, awhile…
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Twoem: A Twitter Poem
In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve taken a week to focus on poetry, to give her the limelight and to beg you not to ignore posts (by anyone, not just me) simply because they have #poetry at the end. In order to emphasize how important it is for you to search out “poetry” in the tag clouds, category…
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The Birds in the Floo
Last year, I rescued three jackdaws from out of my chimney’s vault One of their brothers’ body lay chilled in the midst of ash I carried them in gloved hands upstairs and out the window to the roof above my laundry room, gable for the world away from indoors I set birds three upon the…
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Sitting at the feet of : a Fashion Photographer (2 of 2)
photo courtesy 9art Photography Continued from last week’s Ask the Experts… “Two weeks later this kid came in and it looked like she’d tried to gouge her arm out with a broken pop bottle and I said, ‘My God, did you do that to yourself?’ And she said, ‘yes, I did.’ And I said, ‘Are…
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Sitting at the feet of : a Fashion Photographer (1 of 2)
photo courtesy 9art Photography Thirty years ago, Brian DeMint went to Missouri Southern for art—the worst art degree he could have earned at the time. Only one of his teachers, in his opinion, was a true artist–Darrel Dishman. In spite of Darrel’s watercoloring, Brian quit and went to work for Empire for thirty-three years. “What…
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I Am SHER Locked
Well after reading what he did to my hero in the Houdini biography, I thought I’d never read nor watch a thing by Sir Aurthur Conan Doyle. Nevermind that House was based on Sherlock Holmes (House=Homes; Wilson=Watson; Vicadin=Opium). Nevermind that one of my top-ten actors played Holmes in a recent series (Robert Downey Jr.). Nevermind that I’m…
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Sitting at the feet of : Big City Photos with Small Town Charm
Robb Neuenschwander provided for his family on an artist’s income carving wood. Celebrities like Richard Simmons and Demi Moore bought his art, but he never grew rich whittling. In that environment, Mark Neuenschwander grew up. “My dad did something I could never do. I’m incapable of hands-on art. [My wife] Autumn’s great with that stuff.” Mark never…
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Outtakes: My Alchemical Wedding
As promised last week, I’m putting up the best pictures from our wedding. Were I a photographer, it would frustrate me to take fantastic pictures only to watch a family order all the terrible ones. Here are Mark’s gems from our wedding:
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My Alchemical Wedding : Alchemy Symbols for a Wedding Planner
We crafted our wedding ceremony around alchemical imagery in order to change the audience from passive spectators into active participants in the drama unfolding onstage.
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Shadowfell by Juliet Mariller
I must be on a Fae kick or something because I started Midsummer Night’s Dream in the same week as Shadowfell, which comes out September 11th, 2012 for any interested parties. Maybe it had something to do with the current political situation and the over saturation of dystopian fiction, but I really liked this book. Sixteen-year-old Neryn…