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This is a strange story. It is liable to get me laughed at.

[Word to Oneself]

In order to write, Beckett first had to wipe the slate clean and wipe out conventional notions about the nature of human reality.

A true folk artist wouldn't worry about the purity of what he was doing.

I think it’s the excitement of language that can bring forth the illustrative in such an electrifying way.

[I write for ghosts]

Formerly Excerpt from Pastoral Emergency.

The worst part / is how my thumb / could erase her

I read Williams the same way I read vampire comics: for pleasure and for the purposes of theft. This is the folk art way, and it survives commodity art even when it is packaged and sold.

In his inimitable fashion, Joe Weil treats the pains of life as joy and the joys of life as pain.

All the tasty bits of vintage Murakami are here: dull but steadfast male leads, hypersexual and hypersexy teenagers, strange conspiracies loaded with uncanny coincidences, and, of course, forays into parallel universes.

[Ballata del Maine]

At one point, I made a very precarious living playing piano in a couple bars, one of which was run by a coke fiend who had a driver pick me up for the gig three times a week.

I was introduced to Ms. Winters’ work in graduate school and, ever since, have been a ardent admirere of her lushly orchestrated, yet intimate and searingly honest poems about the “big issues” that so many contemporary poets seem to shy away from: race, class, poverty, and gender.

[Anger Management]

I do not hate spoken word. I hate ham acting.