Literary arts

March 25, 2015 by admin
We used to go on journeys. A mile’s walk would end in green swamps of the bayou, or among its cemeteries’ angels. Another mile would get our little legs to blue downtown. Its silver glass, pink granite, gray marble. The building full of books that they would let us see and touch. The copper fountains raining copper pennies. Occasional stages with music, with dancers. And mazes underground we could explore alongside well dressed people just like you. And maybe you were there? Read More...
September 25, 2014 by admin
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June 30, 2014 by admin
A day celebrating Latino playwrights? Yeah, right. Ha ha. Very funny. Though today does not appear to be April 1. . . Hm. And these flyers are pretty slick and well designed. If someone wanted to prank me, they really went out of their way to do so. Hm. Do we get the entire twenty-four hours? Or do they just give us like from noon to four and then kick us out? Oh, hold on. “They” don’t give “us” anything? We made the day ourselves? And invited whoever was game to join in the fun? And people who weren’t Latino actually came? Holy shit, that’s amazing! Oops. Read More...
June 30, 2014 by admin
Writing is a solitary pursuit, and writers are often depicted as hermit-like figures. Rural writers, however, unlike their more urban counterparts, face an additional kind of isolation: they have few opportunities to rub shoulders with other writers and few, if any, chances to attend readings. For young writers, the isolation is particularly acute. Role models are absent, and even the idea of being a writer can be so foreign as to never enter their heads. Read More...