For those of you riveted by the plot here, some important updates: Bogart’s secret message to Gloria has revealed a new character with a rumpled suit sleeve. A companion to the murderess Britt, who’s now disappeared? I’m not ready draw…
In a Lonely Place on 10-28-2019
It’s difficult in two dimensions (as it is with one eye closed) to judge the depth of someone, and know whether to expect a line whispered in the ear, a headbutt, or a kiss.⠀
In a Lonely Place on 10-23-2019
I’ve been reading lot these past months at 1/24 of a second, and so now quoting a lot, quotes I’ll forget tomorrow in the next 1/24 of a second, but here’s Toni Morrison in Tar Baby: “At some point in…
In a Lonely Place on 10-20-2019
Reading a book Harold Bloom edited on Wallace Stevens today as I thought of this seemingly endless experiment: “Stevens was writing a poetry of the mind in the act of finding, losing, looking, finding, and losing the sufficient. The process…
In a Lonely Place on 10-16-2019
Why is she smiling? He’s been sitting there all this time. Nothing has especially changed. She’s smiling because she’s seeing the future – a word, or a kiss – and whatever happens, her ability to see the future makes her…
In a Lonely Place on 10-14-2019
A few days ago the smoke from his nostrils was like a cartoon bull’s, but now it’s a beak hanging open, Bogie a rumpled bird of prey too jaded to stir from the branch.
In a Lonely Place on 10-12-2019
Sometimes, instead of attempting to note the change, or philosophize about change as a concept, it’s reassuring to know that each day there are changes, even if you spent the day wasting time that was not wasted, because everything was…
In a Lonely Place on 10-10-2019
I used to have perfect vision. But you should know that over the past few months I’ve gone half blind. So I may be missing important details. Or I may be seeing things differently than they really are. The doctor…
In a Lonely Place on 10-09-2019
Their necks today, the sliver of white at hers, which I’d never noticed, like a healed scar or a gap you’d wish to gently slip your hand into, and his, a shadow earpiece and the reassuring tendons and folds of…
In a Lonely Place on 10-03-2019
Sometimes I have the feeling I’m stating the same one thing each day, only in different ways, just as the image is always the same at first glance, even though it’s different. But what is the one thing? I also…