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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man: April 2008
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better. Friday, April 4, 2008. The unspeakable visions of the individual. Evil titular devices appear in great succession on the horizon. One after another, sometimes six abreast as the Romans,. Sometimes muddled together in one dark shape. All the same, all in line. It was not their distant similarity to one another,. Nor, was it their disheveled nazi march. Often as not,. Often as a baby is born,.
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man: June 2008
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better. Sunday, June 22, 2008. Heaven at the End of a Pen. All godly love on full display. Breaking our faces in the Viking melee. Then Richard Cory dispensed medicines to himself and the words of the mind stopped. He dropped into the grass and rolled himself up for any passing Cyclops. 8220;Someone will be by to smoke me soon. I will be out of the way shortly.”. 8220;I vaguely knew Herman. Cer...
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man: December 2007
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better. Thursday, December 13, 2007. Leaving Tranquility: On and On. Left behind my safety pin,. Decisions higher piled than before,. Shel Silverstein was right,. Shoulda took that garbage out. Enough of the others,. Let us get down and out. To the nitty gritty,. Goin’ on to the somewhere else you hear of. Hairline fractures on green leaves,. Water drops of dew slip through to our mouths.
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From A Streetcorner Screams God: Chapter 2.2
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From A Streetcorner Screams God. The prelude that inspired my second novel: "Jean's Life or, Tell Me What It's Like.". Thursday, May 13, 2010. Everett woke up in an emergency room, his head ached, a faint smell of urine permeated the pain and a stressed looking woman wearing a uniform came to check on him. 8220;Doctor Johnston will be by before long, you’ll be able to go soon. We had to check for concussion.”. The nurse spoke to someone in the hall. Who was coming to look him straight in the eye? This is...
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From A Streetcorner Screams God: Chapter 2.5
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From A Streetcorner Screams God. The prelude that inspired my second novel: "Jean's Life or, Tell Me What It's Like.". Tuesday, May 25, 2010. Don’t get hung up on words. They’ll suck your life out the window and you’ll forget. You’ll just describe air and wind with onomatopoeia nonsense, farces with force behind them.]. When Everett arrived at their apartment Christine was out on the fire escape. 8220;Baby, come in here.”. She turned, startled, “What’s wrong? 8220;Mayor Reynolds is going to be giving a s...
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man: October 2007
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better. Thursday, October 25, 2007. As jazz died in the park? Yesterday jazz in the park made a huge jump,. Right before it was hushed up. Saw a drummer, snare, hi-hat, crash, bass,. Two soloists, trumpet and saxophone. It was cold as hell, I sat on a concrete lip,. I was wearing none but a hoodie and a thin one at that. Those guys played pretty damn good,. Shit Is jazz in the park dead? There was ...
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From A Streetcorner Screams God: Chapter 2.3
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From A Streetcorner Screams God. The prelude that inspired my second novel: "Jean's Life or, Tell Me What It's Like.". Saturday, May 15, 2010. Posted by it is. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Unexpected. unassuming. free. I wrote this story in the summer of 2007. a verbal expulsion of weird, angry, confused babble. after I finished it, I moved to New York and lived with two people for a period who happened to share the names of the protagonists. Notes From an Artist as a Young Man and Ashes of Youth.
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From A Streetcorner Screams God: Chapter 2.0
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From A Streetcorner Screams God. The prelude that inspired my second novel: "Jean's Life or, Tell Me What It's Like.". Sunday, May 9, 2010. New York on an electric night, all of it, silver and lighted and reflecting. There’s no one to satisfy the love and cunning of a woman in the city who can still remember the city virginal. And in the believing city there was disbelief at the terrible scene. Everett reached for Christine’s waist and she turned ninety degrees into his body, shielding herself ...I wrote...
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From A Streetcorner Screams God: Chapter 2.4
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From A Streetcorner Screams God. The prelude that inspired my second novel: "Jean's Life or, Tell Me What It's Like.". Thursday, May 20, 2010. Unrest in the streets. Taxi drivers wouldn’t pick up people with bags or suitcases or even women with oversize purses. People who wore sunshades in the enveloping skyscraper shadows were watched closely. Gathering was unforgivable and tourists were scarcely the ones to suffer for this. It’s on the rise.”. And Everett was awoken by a gunshot. He started back to...
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From A Streetcorner Screams God: Chapter 1.4
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From A Streetcorner Screams God. The prelude that inspired my second novel: "Jean's Life or, Tell Me What It's Like.". Monday, May 3, 2010. I hate places where artists live. Said him with that revolutionary zeal. She that couldn’t laugh long asked. They try too hard to make it seem like a place an artist lives…. She had a look on her face that prompted him to finish the thought:. That sounds more like a diatribe against false impressions than artist’s homes. What are you talking about? Posted by it is.
