drmstream[writing]

Part III: I Know I’m Los­ing You — Your love is fad­ing. — What? — I can feel your love fad­ing. It’s fad­ing away from me. — You don’t sound very orig­i­nal, Adam. — I’m not. — What is it then? — I thought you’d know. — Don’t give me a hard time. — The Temp­ta­tions. I played it for you the […]

I was going through my papers and found three pages of loose notes. They must be recent, but I don’t know why I made them, whether they are my own ideas or notes jot­ted down from some­thing that I read or saw. They are orga­nized but hur­ried. They com­prise a man­i­festo of sorts. I just […]

What I look at in one moment doesn’t exist in the next. What I see I can’t remem­ber. I can’t see it ever again. What I try to meld comes apart, what I try to tell becomes inco­her­ent. Images con­nect and dis­con­nect like the spray­ing frac­tals of the win­ter sun­light play­ing on the ever fainter mem­o­ries that […]

For each ecsta­tic instant For each ecsta­tic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quiv­er­ing ratio To the ecstasy. For each beloved hour Sharp pit­tances of years, Bit­ter con­tested far­things And cof­fers heaped with tears. –Emily Dick­in­son Sit some­day and watch the light­ning crack over a deep swamp. The flat water, seep­ing along the […]

In a Dark Time In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deep­en­ing shade; I hear my echo in the echo­ing wood– A lord of nature weep­ing to a tree, I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and ser­pents of the den. What’s mad­ness but […]

Hey…you, writ­ing away, the mind is unfet­tered, run­ning off, skew­ing this and that and here it comes, some­thing in your fin­gers, some­thing kinetic, some­thing phys­i­cal it’s right there, Hey, just keep writ­ing and get into it, let it loosen and tell the story.  That will be what life has got for you. Con­trolled, craft, real, that’s […]

I don’t like shar­ing writ­ing here that’s ill-considered and unformed. The excerpt below is an excep­tion. It’s a recent note from my work­book. I’d seen a pic­ture of T & me from Mother’s Day and was dis­cour­aged by how swollen and weighted down l looked. My phys­i­cal real­ity had sep­a­rated from my self-perception. That kind […]

Image via Wikipedia Recently I’ve been offer­ing guid­ance to a young woman on Pur­pose and Struc­ture. These two con­cepts sound more lofty than they are.  When I talk about Pur­pose, I’m describ­ing the sense of hav­ing a thing to do, a rea­son for mov­ing for one spot to the next. Struc­ture is the sense that […]

I worked my way out of a 20-year pho­bia about writ­ing and now I don’t know what’s what. When I write with focus and sim­plic­ity, I feel the energy of under­stand­ing. I fin­ish the ses­sion glad that I wrote some­thing. Then a stretch passes where I don’t get the glad feel­ing and I don’t write […]

Edie Sedg­wick at her screen test, in 1965, ready for any­thing and every­thing did hap­pen. The iconic pho­tos of the early Warhol era were taken by a young man named Billy Name, one-time Warhol para­mour and a periph­eral mem­ber of the rolling party sur­round­ing Warhol The New York Times today has a story about how […]