Sunday, February 17, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
If I had even a quarter of a brain, I would have used my camera phone to take pictures of the Anne Waldman reading I went to last night. But I don't, so I didn't. Poems usually don't come across that well through the medium of still photography, but with A.W., they actually kind of do.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
In January I read 348 pages of literary fiction. A mean of 11.2 ppd (pages per day). My goal was a mean of 30 ppd. I came 18.8 ppd short of my goal. Pathetic. At this rate I'll get through about ten novels and/or short story collections this year. Pathetic. My goal for February is still 30 ppd, but my real goal is just to do better than last month. Which shouldn't be hard. Today I have 3 pages under my belt—the beginning of chapter 9 of Sister Carrie, which I read on the train. Three pages on the 3 train. And get this: I didn't even plan it that way. What's next, sliced bread?
If you're going to play "A Day in the Life", let's hear the final piano chord fade all the way out, rather than having it obnoxiously interrupted by the start of another song. OK? Can you do that? Is that so hard? Is that too much to ask? Do you think you can manage that? Maybe? Perhaps? Mayhaps? Do you know anything about music at all? Are you completely clueless about respecting the integrity of an artist's vision, or only partially so?