THE USUAL NOTE FROM LB: From the summer of 2002 to the spring of 2010, Gwen the Beautiful and I were the proud and often exhausted owners of a beautiful Ozarks property we called Cloud Creek Ranch.
In many ways, the ranch was paradise. But it was a paradise with a price that started going up before we even knew it existed. Here’s another Monday musing about our adventure and the lessons we learned.
Oh, and if y’all detect any irony, please believe me when I say it comes straight from the universe and not your kindly Uncle Larry B.read article
Found this on Gawker.Com. Good stuff. If you’re a writer, think of it as “Why WRITE Fiction in a Bad World?”
And, yes, for all practical purposes there’s no reason for all of who write to be crying and feeling guilty because let’s face it. There’s nothing all that special about our planet’s current circumstances. Hasn’t it always been this way?
Is she reading or writing? How about both, dammit? Both!
By MORTEN HØI JENSEN
n 1932, Samuel Beckett paid a visit to the Paris apartment of Walter Lowenfels, an American poet and member of the Communist Party. Sunk in a corner of the living room, looking like “a forest ranger in a Western,” Beckett listened forbearingly as Lowenfels lurched into passionate speech about the need for anonymity in the arts and the terrible material conditions of society. Increasingly frustrated by the silence of his guest, Lowenfels suddenly exclaimed: “You sit there saying nothing while the world is going to pieces. What do you want? What do you want to do?” To which Beckett offered the languid response: “Walter, all I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.”read article
THE USUAL NOTE FROM LB: From the summer of 2002 to the spring of 2010, Gwen the Beautiful and I were the proud and often exhausted owners of a beautiful Ozarks property we called Cloud Creek Ranch.
In many ways, the ranch was paradise. But it was a paradise with a price that started going up before we even knew it existed. Here’s another Monday musing about our adventure and the lessons we learned.read article
NEW NOTE FROM LB Gwen the Beautiful and I are devastated by the passing last week of our sweet sister Wanda, the Angel of Arkansas (and I’m sure, of the entire rest of the world as well. Wanda’s kindness, vivacity, loyalty, patience, humor, and love were like elemental forces, sweeping over all of us lucky enough to be in her path.
I’ve written about Wanda in “Live! From Paradise!” several times. This usually is the space where I post – sequentially – the articles originally published in my early 2000s newspaper column. That sequence will return next week. Today, however, is dedicated to the woman so many knew as Aunt Wanda.read article
