There’s a story, from one of my all time favorite books, that goes something like this: a musician plays a beautiful and complex piece of music for an attentive listener. When the musician concludes the piece, the listener asks, “what does it mean?” The musician, as a answer, plays the piece again, note for note. […]
December 5, 2011
In chapter 7 of my novel, A Derivation of Love, Desmond decides to write a semi-autobiographical novel about boys and girls and the problems between them. The chapter concludes when a friend tells him to put lots of sex in the book, otherwise, “it won’t sell.” At this stage in the novel, which has been […]
November 14, 2011
In November of 2001, I set out to fail. I had decided, once and for all, to write a novel. Unfortunately, I had also recently decided that the novel is impossible (to borrow a fashionable phrase of the time.) A novel is impossible, I thought, because it is impossible to capture or represent a life […]
November 5, 2011
For all women, there is at least one person she is meant to love with all her heart and not to desire sexually. For all men, there is at least one person he is meant to love with all his heart and not to desire sexually. Depending on a person’s sexuality, it will either be […]
October 15, 2009
I’ve seen it time and again and it has happened to me. A platonic female friend sneers, “that’s who you find attractive, that’s what you find attractive in a girl / woman.” It took me a long time to realize that the sneer should be translated as, “she is not like me.” It took me […]
July 15, 2009
I was very fortunate to attend Wilfrid Laurier University at a time when Dr. Leslie O’Dell arranged to have Janet Wright direct a play starring Ted Follows. He was supported by a gaggle of undergrads. I had a fairly minor part and didn’t interact too often with Mr. Follows on- or off-stage; even so, he provided […]
December 17, 2008
1. Other persons, despite some similarities, are not like me. I am unlikely to make proper sense of a person’s understanding of the world (unexpressed or otherwise), her intentions, or her behavior, if I assume it is always like or identical to my own. It is possible to make sense of another person’s understanding of […]
December 15, 2008
The Princess of Pudding and the Paperbag Princess says she has taken great delight in the phrase “slapfatass” which can be found in the poem below. That seemed as good a reason as any to highlight this poem with a post of its own. It can be found in Seven Old Poems–just click here. ——– through the […]
December 5, 2008
Sunday, September 9th, 2001 Desmond blinked and turned towards Carmen. She smiled at him from across the table, across the newspapers, and across the pint glasses of coffee and the ashtrays. Her tongue pressed against the back of her teeth and her red hair framed her cherub face and bright blue eyes. Desmond’s notebook was […]
December 5, 2008
Tuesday, August 15th, 2000 The Calgary cityscape is itself a mountain, jutting out of the Alberta flatlands into an almost always blue sky. From here, there is no urban sprawl. Only the sharp and sudden uprising of oil-fed sky scrapers. Behind this, in the distance, the sun reflects a squat row of irregular triangles that […]
December 12, 2011
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