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George Michael
Posted on July 1, 2012 | No CommentsI don’t know much about George Michael, but I do know that some artists do their best work in a repressive enviornment, one where their talent for metaphor is more interesting than their talent for–-specious word–truth, or confession. For gay... -
Fiona Apple
Posted on June 29, 2012 | No CommentsSome people stay open to experience, despite the slings and arrows of life’s always outrageous misfortunes. To be a pretnaturally hopeful person is to generally stand apart from one’s more mundane friends and family, among whom complaint too often passes... -
The Actor’s Body
Posted on June 26, 2012 | No CommentsI was fixing dinner one night recently and the television was on. Even though I wasn’t watching it, I liked listening to the dialogue–I think that’s the only way I ever watch network TV; I am interested in speech, in... -
Sheryl Sutton, 1984
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“She Sat Beautifully in Chairs”: One Poem for Robert Wilson, Loree Wilson, Sheryl Sutton, and Raymond Andrews. NYC. 5.26.12
Posted on May 27, 2012 | 1 CommentRobert Wilson: My mother was a beautiful, intelligent, cold and distant woman. She was very formal, very elegant, she sat beautifully in chairs. With my mother there was almost no personal communication. We could sit in a room together for... -
A Train Story
Posted on March 10, 2012 | 4 CommentsEmail to a friend: I’m on the train on my way back to NYC, and there are a couple of white boys in front of me, adolescents, who were giggling over something on the smaller boy’s computer when I came...
