Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Talking Writing

There's a great new online magazine called Talking Writing.  They've posted my piece, "On Writing," which is characteristic of the direction my writing is beginning to take.  Those of you who have followed my blog for a long time will recognize many of the concerns and themes.  Along with the actual piece is an explanation of how I came to create "On Writing." 

If you've ever had doubts about your own writing, this piece may speak to you. 

The editors have also included some of my drawings from my letters and journals. 

It's so nice to see some of my struggles, first written about here, actually bearing some fruit. 

I can feel something turning in me, a new excitement for writing.  New ways of seeing and expression. 

Do visit Talking Writing and join the conversation.

Happy New Year!



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"I was no better than dust, yet you cannot replace me. . . Take the soft dust in your hand--does it stir: does it sing? Has it lips and a heart? Does it open its eyes to the sun? Does it run, does it dream, does it burn with a secret, or tremble In terror of death? Or ache with tremendous decisions?. . ." --Conrad Aiken


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Fave Painting: Eden

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Fave Painting: The Three Ages of Man and Death

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by Albrecht Dürer

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The Secret of Hurricanes : That article in the Waterville Scout said it was Shake- spearean, all that fatalism that guides the Kennedys' lives. The likelihood of untimely death. Recently, another one died in his prime, John-John in an airplane. Not long before that, Bobby's boy. While playing football at high speeds on snow skis. Those Kennedys take some crazy chances. I prefer my own easy ways. Which isn't to say my life hasn't been Shake-spearean. By the time I was sixteen, my life was like the darkened stage at the end of Hamlet or Macbeth. All littered with corpses and treachery.

My Original Artwork: Triptych

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