I have been thinking a great deal about the sex writing pornographer Henry Miller. This is how he was unfairly categorized when Tropic of Cancer was published 85 year ago in Paris and banned in the U.S. until 1961. He was labeled a misogynist, a "woman hater," and a brute. But this is not the … Continue reading On Henry Miller
I love when I read a great, simple sentence. Something so profoundly economical, yet brilliant. Or the complicated one, that somehow feels so compact and powerful. I love good language. Not just words, but language. Here in the shed, I was reading through some passages of one of my all time favorite books. It is … Continue reading The Most Beautiful Language
I enjoy freshening up for spring. Ridding the yard of fallen branches from big trees tossed to the ground from winter's wicked winds, eventually dropping mulch and planting a garden, and clearing the garage of stored-up junk, are all nearly enjoyable. It's about renewal, about starting fresh and restored. My first project is the shed. … Continue reading Spring Cleaning
I never had the privilege to meet the great American writer Jim Harrison. But I feel like I knew him. I came to Harrison later than most. I don't know what kept me away, as so many told me he must be read. They said he was so very good. He was the modern-day Hemingway, … Continue reading Re-Reading an Old Friend
Writing for writing sake is wonderful. It can fulfill an individual artistic need; it can be a kind of therapy; it can scratch a creative itch. But it is not enough. Here in the shed I keep an old guitar. I've written about it before. It's a six-string acoustic Yamaha I bought in the early … Continue reading Writing is Not Enough
Reading in the shed this morning. It's a piece in the Paris Review by poet Ross Gay about the delight of loitering even when you are aware that in American culture loitering is a crime. Gay's definition of loitering is a broad one that includes everything from dawdling to frittering away to hanging out. I … Continue reading The Joy of Doing Nothing
The shed has been filled lately with haiku writing, the finishing touches of a memoir manuscript I hope to shop later this year about walking the dog (Really, that's what it's about. More on that at a later date), and new work on a new novel. Sounds like I'm being productive, doesn't it? Well, that's … Continue reading When Is It Done?