The challenge of daily life, of art, is to be real. It’s the music that sounds like it’s from the heart, coming from a deep place, not motivated by money. It’s what I hear in early records by REM, when… Read More ›
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Listening to the likes
If you want to write for others, it’s important they like what you write. You can argue they may not know what they like, or you can lead them somewhere new, but in the end, the customer is always right,… Read More ›
Leaning House of God (Trees Bend to the Light)
Some species require the shock of sudden darkness to go into bloom. Some don’t like direct sun. I feed my orchids ice cubes each week, to regulate their intake. They look dead certain times of the year, then bounce back… Read More ›
On Memoirs, Getting Lost in the Labyrinth
I’ve gone back to A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man for inspiration, this year. As I suffer through the exfoliation phase of writing and the need to purge my life through memoirs, I hope it will lead… Read More ›
The Empty Vessel
Woody Allen didn’t read his film reviews, which suggests two things: 1. He didn’t care what the critics thought, and/or 2. He didn’t want the critics to influence his work. It’s important to know who your customers are and what… Read More ›
Foraging
I take walks from work to clear my head, get some light, take a break from the computer. Outside, the scene is the same but still, I forage. I’m looking for ideas, listening. Though the scene is about the same… Read More ›
Course Navigation
Your life is a series of lefts and rights. Go that way, keep going…turn here, stop. The artist picks the destination and decides when you’ve arrived. It’s done. They see life a certain way: life worth imitating through art, life worth… Read More ›
Wasting my life cleaning
Resolution is too strong a word for it, but I am definitely planning on cleaning less this year. Whereas clutter can bother me to the point of distraction, learning to accept it can yield peace, almost a “comfort in clutter.”… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 