There are ways to approach art, and there are ways. One is to meticulously polish until it’s as flawless as your can make it. It’s interesting to look at a Beatles Anthology or a Beach Boys/Brian Wilson compilation and see an alternate take labeled “(Take 24)” or “(Take 87)” — and then there’s Roy Acuff’sContinue reading “Get me rewrite — not”
Author Archives: WarrenBluhm
Cycles
It’s 8:15 in the morning. The sun is flashing off the snow and making everything even brighter. Across the living room Dejah is on her back in the love seat, her snout and front paws hanging over the side, back paws more or less pointing to the ceiling. Red is asleep on the recliner, andContinue reading “Cycles”
There was a man with tongue of wood
There was a man with tongue of woodWho essayed to sing.And in truth it was lamentable.But there was one who heardThe clip-clapper of this tongue of woodAnd knew what the manWished to sing,And with that the singer was content. — Stephen Crane, from War is Kind
W.B. at the Movies: Everything Everywhere All At Once
At its core Everything Everywhere All At Once is a sweet movie — a kind movie — and of course an insane movie. The insanity is why I loved it. It seems everyone these days is doing movies about the multiverse, where every choice leads into its own universe. What would have happened if youContinue reading “W.B. at the Movies: Everything Everywhere All At Once”
About those bioweapons
I remember when you were a racist or a Russian stooge if you believed the Wuhan virus escaped from a laboratory. Three years later, it turns out you just had your eyes open. In all of the discussion over whether it did or didn’t, I don’t recall any discussion about the main question I wouldContinue reading “About those bioweapons”
On the 944th day of the daily blogging challenge
Really bad haiku masquerading as a post? Feels like I’m cheating.
Marching into a new year
March was the first month I ever saw, although I had no idea what I was looking at. Of course it’s a month of transitions — that’s why they put the first day of spring there — but for we who were born in March, the sense of new beginnings is doubled. It’s a schizophrenicContinue reading “Marching into a new year”