"We need writers who know the difference between production of a market commodity and production of art," Ursula K. Le Guin (from Round Bend Press).
Hear, hear!
Hear, hear!
How to tell a story
Thursday, November 20, 2014
R.I.P. Mike Nichols
Brilliant theatrical mind. He turned a stage play that I thought was over-rated ... Angels In America ... into a brilliant TV miniseries, now a dramatic favorite in his interpretation.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Dark and dreary
A very bad morning for H, very down, depressed, feeling hopeless and useless. Makes me appreciate my own cosmic sense of humor, coming out of Zen, but I don't know how to help her with this, so I offer the usual platitudes I would never say to myself. Ah, me.
Her art isn't saving her, as it has saved me. I think hers comes from a social place, not an existential one.
Doing my best...
Her art isn't saving her, as it has saved me. I think hers comes from a social place, not an existential one.
Doing my best...
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Astounding
A good day continues ... H out for lunch, I am here cooking ... quinoa salad, vegie soup, turkey meatloaf ... jazz, Sketch ... brooding ... all good things.
Day Dreamer
Day Dreamer
Maybe there's still time
to wake each morning
in a small desert town
where I stay warm
and walk everywhere
and am greeted by
new acquaintances
getting used to seeing me
in the same place
at the same time
you can set your watch
by my routine
and everybody regards me
as a quiet pleasant old man
new to town but welcome
and no one has a hint
of the extraordinary activity
raging in my head
where fictional characters
are screaming for their stories
to be released
Maybe there's still time
to wake each morning
in a small desert town
where I stay warm
and walk everywhere
and am greeted by
new acquaintances
getting used to seeing me
in the same place
at the same time
you can set your watch
by my routine
and everybody regards me
as a quiet pleasant old man
new to town but welcome
and no one has a hint
of the extraordinary activity
raging in my head
where fictional characters
are screaming for their stories
to be released
Nerd nation wins in OT!
Great game. I prefer women's bb, few dunks, less testosterone (though it increases every year: soon humans will be warriors or corporate managers, with a few artists hiding under rocks).
Mornings
I've always been a morning man, writing here often on this theme. Until I entered the surrealistic stress of recent months. Lately I've dreaded mornings, knowing the day would require repeating much and new surprises would bring stress and grief. My only peace was in bed at night.
Strange then to feel good this morning! Even gained 3 lbs.
Part is the day's terror has become routine. And H is handling her own terror with less hysteria. Maybe this is progress.
Strange then to feel good this morning! Even gained 3 lbs.
Part is the day's terror has become routine. And H is handling her own terror with less hysteria. Maybe this is progress.
Monday, November 17, 2014
Early delight
UConn women at Stanford tonight. Gotta root for underdog nerd nation!
Only one doc appt this week. H, who came to bed after midnight, still in bed. Rest is rest, whenever you get it. But she'll rise with guilt for sleeping in and nag on me for letting her. Ah, me.
Only one doc appt this week. H, who came to bed after midnight, still in bed. Rest is rest, whenever you get it. But she'll rise with guilt for sleeping in and nag on me for letting her. Ah, me.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Canzano story
http://www.oregonlive.com/sports/oregonian/john_canzano/index.ssf/2014/11/canzano_her_name_is_brenda_tra.html
Important story on OSU rape case, 16 years ago.
Important story on OSU rape case, 16 years ago.
Friday, November 14, 2014
What!?!?!?
A second person bought Varmints ... this is more atypical consumer behavior than my cynicism can take ha ha ...
Say what?
eine 45-minütige schwarze Komödie übersetzt und frei adaptiert von russischen Vladimir Koshkov Original in Italienisch, in einer Moskauer Radiostation Tag der amerikanischen Erstschlag, 3m1f, Charles Deemer (Dramatiker, Schriftsteller, Drehbuchautor, 1939-_) “.
This apparently refers to a one-act play I wrote many years ago using the pseudonym Vladimir Koshkov and posing as the translator (American audiences accepted more experimental work using this mask). Feeling like old home week with all this decades old work popping up here and there.
This apparently refers to a one-act play I wrote many years ago using the pseudonym Vladimir Koshkov and posing as the translator (American audiences accepted more experimental work using this mask). Feeling like old home week with all this decades old work popping up here and there.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
2 obscure sales
Ah, how little it takes! Two of my more esotetic, obscure works sold at Amazon today: The Chekhov Hyperdrama, 3 essays in prep for tackling my Magnum Opus; and Varmints, a libretto in need of music. Hardly what a typical reader would pick up. Hooray for atypical readers!
By the way, cheers to Terry Simons and Round Bend Press for publishing Varmints. Pretty special, that decision.
Iced in
Freezing rain, so we bagged the appt. Nice and quiet, weather captives.
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Success!
My loaf of wheat looks great ... sanity! Next up, caraway rye.
Oatmeal weather, on stove now. H seems to have had a less stressful night than usual ... I'll let her sleep in, enjoy the quiet. Weather alert pulled back, should be ok to drive.
A decent morning, which alas is likely to change. Continuity impossible, so you go with what comes.
Very challenging to shape this in the novella ... may experiment with form, may also borrow some Woody Allen techniques for giving moral issues a comic twist.
A book group doing my Sodom novel in a few weeks. Very unusual. Curious.
Had opportunity to refer to my 1975 one act The Death of Teng Yin-feng. Whole cloth, my body of work of one piece.
Too bad I'll be dead when somebody figures this out. But they will.
Oatmeal weather, on stove now. H seems to have had a less stressful night than usual ... I'll let her sleep in, enjoy the quiet. Weather alert pulled back, should be ok to drive.
A decent morning, which alas is likely to change. Continuity impossible, so you go with what comes.
Very challenging to shape this in the novella ... may experiment with form, may also borrow some Woody Allen techniques for giving moral issues a comic twist.
A book group doing my Sodom novel in a few weeks. Very unusual. Curious.
Had opportunity to refer to my 1975 one act The Death of Teng Yin-feng. Whole cloth, my body of work of one piece.
Too bad I'll be dead when somebody figures this out. But they will.
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Rare sanity
Baking bread!
Afternoon appt, may be snowed out.
Terrible day yesterday. H forgot by night. She thought it was a great day. More power to her.
OT over. One less expense.
Hope to watch Cal game tonight.
Lots of brooding about novella. No time to write.
Long fall and winter ahead. One foot after the other.
Afternoon appt, may be snowed out.
Terrible day yesterday. H forgot by night. She thought it was a great day. More power to her.
OT over. One less expense.
Hope to watch Cal game tonight.
Lots of brooding about novella. No time to write.
Long fall and winter ahead. One foot after the other.
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Tuesday, November 11, 2014
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Character
Character
Character never reveals
its true substance
until faced with
a profound crisis.
There is no preparation
for moments like this,
all stress and insecurity,
where action is instinct.
Good instincts come
from parents and priests,
culture and ideology,
even music, books,
the fabric of experience
that shapes each of us.
In a crisis, who we are
becomes what we do.
This is why so many
official heroes, upon
receiving a medal,
say without ambiguity
I am not a hero.
I did what had to be done.
Character never reveals
its true substance
until faced with
a profound crisis.
There is no preparation
for moments like this,
all stress and insecurity,
where action is instinct.
Good instincts come
from parents and priests,
culture and ideology,
even music, books,
the fabric of experience
that shapes each of us.
In a crisis, who we are
becomes what we do.
This is why so many
official heroes, upon
receiving a medal,
say without ambiguity
I am not a hero.
I did what had to be done.
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Rare, rave production
UC Berkeley doing Pirandello's Six Characters... to rave reviews in Chronicle. Wish I could see it!
Also, Bay area festival of little known French noir films getting raves.
Meanwhile, another stressful day begins in Puddle City, today America's most over-rated city (but a socialist utopia damn near in the 70s, 80s, with city subsidized theater companies and much more).
Etc etc etc
Also, Bay area festival of little known French noir films getting raves.
Meanwhile, another stressful day begins in Puddle City, today America's most over-rated city (but a socialist utopia damn near in the 70s, 80s, with city subsidized theater companies and much more).
Etc etc etc
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Monday, November 10, 2014
Waiting room
H taking her treadmill test ... results determine if she can return to her exercise class.
Two firsts: last night, first night without hysterics before bed, hearing things, etc ... and first morning she smiled since months before the heart attack (an official morning grouch). But by mid morning, back to the usual stress and discontent. Nothing lasts long around here.
We're both starving. From here to FOOD.
Two firsts: last night, first night without hysterics before bed, hearing things, etc ... and first morning she smiled since months before the heart attack (an official morning grouch). But by mid morning, back to the usual stress and discontent. Nothing lasts long around here.
We're both starving. From here to FOOD.
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Sunday, November 9, 2014
Shepherd's Pie
We were dinner guests, and the hostess served a turkey shepherd's pie, really good. Been a while since I'd had it.
Got curious. Learned original name was cottage pie. And ...
"The term cottage pie is known to have been in use in 1791,[2][6][7] when the potato was being introduced as an edible crop affordable for the poor (cf. "cottage" meaning a modest dwelling for rural workers).
HistoryEdit
In early cookery books, the dish was a means of using leftover roasted meat of any kind, and the pie dish was lined with mashed potato as well as having a mashed potato crust on top.[8][9]
The term "shepherd's pie" did not appear until 1877,[2] and since then it has been used synonymously with "cottage pie", regardless of whether the principal ingredient was beef or mutton.[1][4][7][8][9][10][11] More recently, the term "shepherd's pie" has been used when the meat is lamb,[12][13] the theory being that shepherds are concerned with sheep[14] and not cattle[15][16][17] (see folk etymology)." (Wikipedia)
Got curious. Learned original name was cottage pie. And ...
"The term cottage pie is known to have been in use in 1791,[2][6][7] when the potato was being introduced as an edible crop affordable for the poor (cf. "cottage" meaning a modest dwelling for rural workers).
HistoryEdit
In early cookery books, the dish was a means of using leftover roasted meat of any kind, and the pie dish was lined with mashed potato as well as having a mashed potato crust on top.[8][9]
The term "shepherd's pie" did not appear until 1877,[2] and since then it has been used synonymously with "cottage pie", regardless of whether the principal ingredient was beef or mutton.[1][4][7][8][9][10][11] More recently, the term "shepherd's pie" has been used when the meat is lamb,[12][13] the theory being that shepherds are concerned with sheep[14] and not cattle[15][16][17] (see folk etymology)." (Wikipedia)
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Friday, November 7, 2014
Kitchen Girl, or adventures in ukulele studies
Been working on hardest clawhammer ukulele song I've tried, old fiddle tune called Kitchen Girl, and am close enough to believe I'll get it. Much challenge, much fun. Also working on Fly Me To The Moon and Fur Elise. Recordings eventually.
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Thursday, November 6, 2014
Why do I feel so good?
Very strange day! I actually feel good! First time in weeks. Why? No good news to report ... it's same o, same o, with all the usual stresses. Maybe my deep seated fuck it mentality has triumphed. I am reminded of lyrics by Woody Guthrie ...
That old dust storm
can kill my babies
but it can't kill me, Lord
and it can't kill me
Now that man was a survivor!
That old dust storm
can kill my babies
but it can't kill me, Lord
and it can't kill me
Now that man was a survivor!
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Under 240
Weighed in at 238 after my shower this morning, amazingly close to my jock football playing days ... cannot remember the last time I weighed this. Probably in the early 1960s.
No doubt this is not a healthy way to lose weight ... in fact, I've made no effort to do so. I guess I don't eat much. I make H a meal and grab a piece of toast for myself or something. Weight loss is the last thing on my mind. But I'm never hungry. So apparently I don't eat.
I don't feel under nourished. Maybe I have a terminal illness so I can use the Death With Dignity act! Sick joke.
No doubt this is not a healthy way to lose weight ... in fact, I've made no effort to do so. I guess I don't eat much. I make H a meal and grab a piece of toast for myself or something. Weight loss is the last thing on my mind. But I'm never hungry. So apparently I don't eat.
I don't feel under nourished. Maybe I have a terminal illness so I can use the Death With Dignity act! Sick joke.
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Day and night
Good day yestetday, maybe our best - but a terrible night. She hears things at night - water running, other things - that are only in her head, fears she is going mad. By the time I calm her down, I'm a mental wreck myself. I've urged her to see a shrink, will keep trying.
Baking bread! Baking bread!
Baking bread! Baking bread!
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Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Marital Advice, a true story
many years ago
I found myself
in a bar in
Kirkland, Washington
filled with bikers
celebrating a wedding anniversary
late in the night
I stood beside
the honored wife
clad in leather
tattooed, tough
so I asked her
the secret of
a long happy marriage
without missing a beat
and with a huge grin
she told me this
give good head
I found myself
in a bar in
Kirkland, Washington
filled with bikers
celebrating a wedding anniversary
late in the night
I stood beside
the honored wife
clad in leather
tattooed, tough
so I asked her
the secret of
a long happy marriage
without missing a beat
and with a huge grin
she told me this
give good head
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Monday, November 3, 2014
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Always something new
The latest homefront drama has become One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest ... I'm the tyrant Nurse, trying to control her ... the doctors try to make her brain like everyone elses ... she is an INDIVIDUAL and their theories don't apply to her.
Well, may the gods bless her, maybe she' s right. Doctors have been wrong before. But for damn sure I am tired of being called the bad guy. I'm going to try and make her self-sufficient, like managing own medication, asap ... I'm going to redirect my energy to getting the house ready to sell. I'm maintaining financial management because I know how to say no, but the rest, she can do whatever she wants. If the doctors are right, well, there's an heroic side to her fucking up. And maybe they are wrong. I'm tired of being in the middle of it.
This has been one huge nightmare. Not exactly the cozy, get-together time I had in mind. But if I continue like this, I'll end up jumping off a bridge, and it's a little premature for such an existential gesture.
Well, may the gods bless her, maybe she' s right. Doctors have been wrong before. But for damn sure I am tired of being called the bad guy. I'm going to try and make her self-sufficient, like managing own medication, asap ... I'm going to redirect my energy to getting the house ready to sell. I'm maintaining financial management because I know how to say no, but the rest, she can do whatever she wants. If the doctors are right, well, there's an heroic side to her fucking up. And maybe they are wrong. I'm tired of being in the middle of it.
This has been one huge nightmare. Not exactly the cozy, get-together time I had in mind. But if I continue like this, I'll end up jumping off a bridge, and it's a little premature for such an existential gesture.
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