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Tag Archives: music
Chelsea Hotel #3
We Are Ugly But We Have the Music. This is our title, our collective moniker, our flagless flag, denominating no allegiances, no cultural attachments, no geo-political persuasions. None of that. We dwell underground, or to be more accurate, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged art, chelsea hotel, leonard cohen, music, power, rising, story, surviving, underground, words
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Scraps
Each one of us are curating our own reality, our own collections. Philosophy is a crooked thumb trying to hitch a lift to the stars. I listen to the wind sing, but can’t understand the words. The No Trespassing sign … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged contemplation, dreams, fiction, fragments, language, music, philosophy, Poetry, reveries, self expression, solitude, story, vision, voice, wonder, words
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Because the Night
Half-punk-scarecrow, half-mystic-urchin, Patti Smith seems to exist on the yellowed edges of saudade: the time-carved café table, the books she carried with her on her trips (as trusted and beloved companions), the way she packs light like The Fool, her … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged artist, because the night, fragment, imagination, music, patti smith, Poetry, Prose, romantic, vision, visionary, writer
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The Killing Moon
From the Polaroid Noir series
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Theater, Uncategorized
Tagged film, killing moon, lost highway, music, noir, polaroids, slow burn, torch song
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Nouvelle Vague
From the Polaroid Noir series
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Theater, Uncategorized
Tagged bathroom, Cinema, Mirror, motel, music, new wave, noir, polaroid, weary blues, woman
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Upcoming Readings/Events
A schedule of upcoming events, pertaining to the publication of my new novel, The Last Furies (Lost Telegram Press).
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged author apperances, Book-signing, canada, conceptual, events, live performance, music, New Mexico, northern ontario, novel, ontario, Publication, readings, Santa Fe, sault ste. marie, Surrealism, Taos, tour, Video
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Miko
Miko was a singer with her voice in the clouds. They called Miko blue. Occasionally there would be flashes of red. In the fall, Miko would softly mimic the elegy of leaves and become yellow. She would, in voice and … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged fiction, fragment, ghost story, lost hours, music, Poetry, Prose, search, singer, song
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Hips Don’t Lie
The hips don’t lie. They are the truth-telling giants, and the whistle-blowers transmitting through pirate radio. They are also the catacombs and weather satellites of one’s cumulative genealogy. When an old person falls and breaks their hip, it is not … Continue reading
Notation
Ghosts, in lucid drag, bare to the drifts and unerring grace of realms unending— we, in human-rent shape, exercise particles in a quantum plot of recall and dramatic flair— these mortal coils, shed, in frets and arpeggios, scale by scale, … Continue reading
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