EDGE

essay - notes about art  I imagine myself standing in a Vegas casino when these thoughts takes shape, or sitting at the end of a dark bar, drinking something with whiskey, or maybe standing alone in an elevator during the middle of the day. It seems as if the failure to connect, or the failure of [...]

SIGHT

essay - "Remember, this is a comedy" - Federico Fellini Last week I re-watched The Right Stuff, Philip Kaufman's 1983 film - based on the Tom Wolfe book of the same name - about a group of Air Force pilots out in the Mojave who attempt to control the cutting edge machinery produced during a [...]

The Invention of Sound

poem - There is a place, beneath the rain, where red wild flowers grow It is a scheme, far from the scenes, of shore break nights ago We never slept, the feeling passed, lost at the end of a decline The letter sent, inked permanence, to the address that you left behind In a far [...]

Ipsum Forever

poem - I'm reading John Keats. On the long drive home. From a faraway place. I come, closer. The end of the last line. On the very last page. The Horizon in the distance. Is a place trapped in fickle memory. I will love you forever. Until the very last second. Of the very last minute. [...]

ASIDE

  essay - An Aside I left the house for an hour or two the other day, just to get some fresh air. I went for a walk through the campus. The sun was going down, and the wind was moving gently through the palms. I thought about how the light looked on Mt. Lemmon during early [...]

NOW – I

essay - This Is Now - I In 2005, we lived on the quiet side of town. North of Beverly, and just slightly East of the main boulevard, and we had a few good cars: a black 2001 Jaguar S-Type, a white 1996 Dodge Caravan, and a silver 1992 Toyota Camry. Montebello, in my mind, [...]