Mere Anarchy

Critical evidence.
andre breton
james dickey
kafka
theodore roethke
wb yeats
sylvia
ts eliot
irvine welsh
chuck palahniuk
dostoevsky

Forensic reports.
edward gorey
man ray
simon boses

Admissions of guilt.
deadcandance
cohen
nick cave
natalie merchant
rammstein
iggy pop

Crime scenes
aurora picture show
diverseworks
theater LaB houston
voices breaking boundaries

Damning testimony.
surrealism
roller derby
exploding dog
levity
girlsarepretty

Houston, I'm leaving you. I know we've had some good times. But, let's face it- those times are gone. Don't get me wrong; I'll always remember you fondly. The fact is, I've found someone else, and she means a lot to me.

I'm moving to Austin this week. I'll be in UT's MFA program a year from now. Wish me luck. My tuition and fees will be waived and I will receive an 18k a year fellowship on top of everything. Translated this means for a year I will work my ass off in retail / food service hell. Afterwards, for the following three years I will be paid to write.

I wish I could show you the different things I am doing, the innovations I have found. The world is changing and I am at the heart of the storm.

posted by James @ 9:06 PM

Samstag, September 07, 2002

Spooky eyes? Is that you? Does this make sense? Will it later? Does it matter? Do you care? Will you? If so, will I? Is this a beginning? A sequel? Do you follow? Am I leading? Am I being led? Do I want to know? Do you care? Are you listening? Do I need to talk louder? Should I just shut up? Are you tired? Have you missed me? Is there a future? Was there a past? Do you want to start over? Is it possible? Why won't you look at me? Do you have anything to say? Is there anything I can do? How have you been? Can I see you again?

posted by James @ 4:41 PM

Donnerstag, September 05, 2002