It’s Already Been Done: A Particular Lie

At any given moment, there are millions of artists and craftspeople working around the world, making things that may or may not have any pragmatic use (depending on how you define pragmatics), and for most of human history, those artists worked in small corners, unnoticed except by the few. Not so today, thankfully.   An explosion …

Poetry Tuesday: “Love. What Is This Word?”

Got your coffee?  A cup of tea?   Here we go. So the conversation begins (see yesterday's post) with a sampling of my tetrameter (eight syllables per line, roughly) musings, a discipline I've continued each morning for over a year now.   I've decided to ignore whether or not these writings can properly be called …

Jump Starting the Words Again…

Okay.   Just so you know, the few of you that come around and poke your awareness into my world, I have to begin just putting words down again.  No structure.  No editing. Just words.   I've come to a bit of a frozen place, and I have to break out of it, so here …

Friday Night Lights: Sorry to See You Go…

That football sailing through last-minute skies landing months down the road in the arms of a future worth far more than six points and a ring: a new personal favorite story moment that encapsulates so much of what I loved about Friday Night Lights. I liked the first film, especially (spoilers ahead), the gritty ending. …

Thoughts on “My Fair Lady”

[Caveat:  I wrote the following over the weekend before I'd had much a chance to read up on Shaw's take on things.  Now I know more.  Tomorrow I'll return to this theme.  What follows in this post is uninformed and rambly, but I'd still be interested in seeing a production that came at the play …