(Introduction: Don’t worry; I know I’m not the first person to say any of this. That is an obnoxious thought. Let’s carry on…) Many people ask me why do I use the typewriter… and I guess I use it because it has to do with that oh so cliché word vocalized as beat…the timepiece on… Continue reading A Simple Musical Theory of Writing (extra PDF font style of Visions of Michigan)
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And well, Let’s see what happens…
(This is from an aborted collection that I was pasting together. I decided on going with smaller books that were cheaper to get the word out, see my past posts for further details on those super cool books. I always liked this introduction and conclusion and string of words and so I just wanted to post it. Cool.… Continue reading And well, Let’s see what happens…
Five reasons People Think I’m Strange (NO PICTURES)
Taken From my Local Sunday Opinion Page. I see through all of this like the wind that blows through my swollen up and bullshit ridden eyes, and I just say "man oh man, read it, read IT, read all of these I guess words and thoughts and conceptually lazy and speculative and PAID-for writing. And this is why people think… Continue reading Five reasons People Think I’m Strange (NO PICTURES)
The Written and Spiraling Creative Staircase; this is how I write, Part 2
(…the process...and the First step is typewritten, just letting it pour out while I’m tapping my feet and having fun and just a you know make believing. Next is the first edit on the Toshiba cobalt blue, and then I reread and read and read it over about four in many strange out-loud voices. Next I use… Continue reading The Written and Spiraling Creative Staircase; this is how I write, Part 2
Glued hands, Hearing Voices, and Goodbye Maurice
I'm just typin' notes and making some books with a candle dancing and the echoes of the pipes breathing, with the clock hissing and spinning my life towards the light that will come from another one of those days, and while this happens I'm thinking about the number of seconds that will go by in my lifetime.… Continue reading Glued hands, Hearing Voices, and Goodbye Maurice
Adventures In American Writing 