Intimacy of the Written
Words are different. Words are worth something whether others will pay for them or not.
Words are different. Words are worth something whether others will pay for them or not.
The irrational hatred of the who with the what now? Navel-gazing is twice as pathetic when it’s your opponent’s navel you’re gazing at. Continue reading Protesting Too Much, Vol. 8
It’s a dream, you think, but your eyes are open, it’s Tuesday, the coffee’s burnt. Let’s try this in the second person.
Bradley Whitford’s commencement speech at Wisconsin says exactly what kids graduating from college, and young adults graduating from first jobs to second ones, from apartments to mortgages, from pets to children, from any one flat place in their lives to another, need to hear. Excerpt: Listen. It is the most difficult thing an actor can do and it is the most riveting. You can’t afford to spend your life like a bad actor stumbling through a predetermined performance that is oblivious to the world around you. We can’t afford it either. Listening isn’t passive. It is an act of liberation … Continue reading be the change
Sometimes, just the two of you in the room, it’s like you survived an apocalypse.
Continue reading “On Depression, or, The Segregation of the Queen”