The Photory…

Spaces

Spaces

A poem by Rothko.

Deep Soggy

Deep Soggy

everything has come out of nothing, and
we are forever plodding through the
deep and soggy, just looking
for a dry
place to shit

What Is Outside Is In

What Is Outside Is In

Okay, stop thinking about the ball and listen. These questions you’re asking: Is the Bald Man on the outsides of this here fence, and we are in? Or: Is it us? Are we the ones who are out? 

It’s all the same, Squirt.

The truth is there would not even be a Bald Man there, outside us, if there were not at the same time, and already, a Bald Man here, inside us. And were there not a Bald Man in our heads, there would be no Bald Man out beyond that gate and on that grass yonder.

What is outside is in. What is inside is out.

Nothing external matters save that is shows you to your’n own self.

Your relationship with the Bald Man, in all its conflicts and complications, face licks, chest sits, and angry scoldings, dog hunting, rope pulls, and ball throwing, is only there to help you understand your’n own self better.

The Bloggery…

This Is a Texas Book Tour

This Is a Texas Book Tour

This is the Texas Book Tour for This Is Not a Confession. June 4th through June 7th. Three cities. 450 Miles. The first stop was Austin at Book People. The only thing that could've made this better for me is if somehow Willie Nelson's name could've been on the marquee...

Tour Stops: Philly & NYC

Tour Stops: Philly & NYC

This past weekend was full of dem readings.

First off, on Saturday, the THIS IS NOT A CONFESSION tour (Rothko and I) loaded the BIG SIGN into the truck and drove to Philadelphia.

On Collaborative Labors of Love in Writing and Publishing

On Collaborative Labors of Love in Writing and Publishing

I’ve always considered the process of writing to be mostly a solitary creative endeavor. And, if I’m being honest, that’s one of the things that has always made it appealing to me: the idea that a particular piece—an essay, a poem, a beer “pros and cons” list, a love letter to Emma Stone—can be my vision, and mine alone, from start to finish. There are, of course, other art forms like that, too. Photography, another thing I do a fair amount of, is sometimes that way, at least the type of photography I do. There are some other forms of photography which are more about collaboration and teamwork. But man, I tend to shy away from those forms. Fashion shoots. Working with human models. Christ. That seems stressful. I much prefer dogs. Or if I’m feeling particularly antisocial or misanthropic, just give me some inanimate objects and a good fixed focal-length lens.

But here’s a surprising thing I’ve learned in making my first book. Here is a confession, if you like, about making This Is Not a Confession…

This is Not A Disclaimer About My Book (okay, yes it is!)

This is Not A Disclaimer About My Book (okay, yes it is!)

My book, This is Not A Confession, published by Awst Press will drop in a little over fourteen weeks. April 22rd, to be exact. And as we get closer to that date, I’ve been wanting to tell you something. Okay, I don’t really want to tell you this. (And my publisher probably doesn’t want me to tell you this, either.) But here it is, anyway: You may not want to recommend my book to your easily-offended Aunt Marsha, your church pastor, or anybody else who you deem sensitive to graphic sexual content.