Inspiration has no schedule.
To those of you who have no muse today, tonight, tomorrow: wait. Do not worry, for it does nothing but hinder your inspiration and ability to concentrate.
To those who have found your muse: use it. Abuse it. Have fun. Enjoy.
To all the rest: I have no idea what you’re doing here, on this blog.
Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes was a Spanish romantic painter and printmaker, often considered to be the most important Spanish artist of the 18th century, the last of the Old Masters and the first of the moderns. I’d say he was one of the best artists to reveal the darkness that resides in our souls. All that is greedy and wrong with human nature. Continue reading
“Words are loneliness.” – Henry Miller
You find yourself late at night in a quiet room. There’s no one around; no movement, no noise, nothing to break time into small pieces. You are alone. And you begin to type words on a computer. While the entire world seems to dream, you type away all the dreams you have stored up in your heart. Slowly, maybe even painfully at times, you write all those dreams into existence. They take a different form… not quite alive, but not as dead as they feel when they’re trapped inside your mind. Continue reading
Today’s showcase is different. The artist does not want to be identified. So, no name, no face, no number. But she’s a wonderfully talented artist whose artworks are all over my house and all over my body in the form of tattoos. Continue reading
I had a long time to consider the value of memory, and the idea that just because some-thing doesn’t last forever doesn’t mean its worth is diminished. Maybe it was just a rationalization – easier on the soul than mourning what might have been – the life unlived. I honestly don’t know, but I chose to believe in memory. I chose to believe in her. I chose to believe that the bond was never broken and that we carried each other in our hearts. As a secret singularity. She made me a writer. She made me a man. There would be other loves. Even great loves. But she was right, only one remained perfect.
A young, aspiring writer and an older married woman. Sounds like a forbidden love story and yet, it is so much more. It is a fascinating story of two people from two different worlds, with different views regarding life and love, and how they help each other become the best version that they can be. She helps him become the writer that he always desired to be and he makes her believe in love. Continue reading
To Live and Die in L.A. , a 1985 movie based on the eponymous novel written by Gerald Petievich, tells the story of two secret agents, Richard Change ( William Peterse) and John Vukovich (John Pankow), as they attempt to arrest Rick Masters (Willem Dafoe), who’s probably the reason why I loved this movie. Dafoe’s character, basically a counterfeiter, is just smart and evil enough to make the movie worthwhile.
Even though produced on a modest budget – none of the actors were big stars at the time – William Friedkin’s film has been well received by critics. Continue reading