Monthly Archives: November 2011
Writers Wanted: Catholics Need Not Apply
A friend of mine recently sent me a link that resonated with a fanciful thought that regularly slips in and out among the more functional thoughts that usually fill my mental attic: where are all the (good) Catholic (fiction) writers? … Continue reading
Some of My Favorite Companions
Nothing quite like staying in… Note: I did not choose the comforter. At this point in my life, I take what I can get.
Watermark
“Watermark” ~The Weakerthans I count to three and grin. You smile and let me in. We sit and watch the wall you painted purple. Speech will spill on space. Our little cups of grace. But pauses rattle on about the … Continue reading
Brave New Austerity
“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness, I want sin.” ~Aldous Huxley Brave New World Pretty much sums up my current frame of mind. Will not … Continue reading
Fallen Movies
As everything falls apart, why not watch Wong Kar Wai’s phantasmagorical films like Fallen Angels? This ending is celluloid bliss. Also, the guy who gets bloodied up looks much like my brother.
Signs of the Times (Is There a Sign for “Oh, Shit Balls!”?)
Twenty-two signs that the gossamer veneer of civilization continues to tear before our entertainment-addled, porn-saturated eyes. All twenty-two are zinging manifestations of only two or three broader categories, but the number reveals a whimsical variety to Original Sin. #3 and … Continue reading
The Great American Shirt
If there is a great American novel, this must be it.
The Art of Memory; The Art of Boring My Students
As the semester comes to a precipitous close, I thought that I would grant my Comp I students (and myself) a refreshing break from the writing monotony by introducing to them a few basic mnemonic principles, namely, the memory link … Continue reading
After a Word(press) from Our Sponsors…
Like the other important women in my life, I have been ignoring you, Ms. WordPress. (If you are a Mrs., you’ve guarded your secret well.) What can I blame? Work? I suppose. I take home my work every evening and … Continue reading
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