Nature obviously isn’t the sort to ask us if it’s okay before making a decision that might alter the course of our lives. We don’t call it “mother” nature for nothing: when was the last time your other mom asked permission before pulling one of those beloved maternal stunts showing that she never quite... »

It’s a bit embarrassing – nothing can date you faster than not keeping abreast (pun grenade) of the latest names in pop culture: barely squeaked in there with Lady Gaga, but I definitely showed-up late to the party with Sasha Grey (the pun detonates). Not until The Girlfriend Experience was at the local video... »

I was walking up a mountain populated with a bunch of monkeys when I realized nature does not ask for permission. It was 2005 in the Iwatayama Monkey Park on the outskirts of Kyoto Japan. I was halfway up the mountain keeping pace around thirty feet behind a benign French couple who were on... »

to live & to die. »

I’ve been thinking lately on the subject of poetry contests, trying to figure out the ancestry of poetry slams (shouts to Bob Holman and his Bowery Poetry Club for many a fine evening), and literary magazine competitions (no one here to really shout out, and would they be listening). I guess I wonder about Tyler’s... »

This past weekend I performed at the Patti Pace Performance Festival, in Statesboro Georgia.  Though I love to talk about my own performances, and probably will soon enough, what stood out for me at the festival was the last performance.  Rather than explain why it stood out to me, or what it was about,... »

There’s something called the “Tall Poppy Syndrome”.  If you’re avant-garde enough to live outside the States, then you might have heard of it.  It’s a term most commonly used in the Commonwealth countries, so you wouldn’t really be that avant-garde.  Everyone’s lived in a Commonwealth country. (The term does originate from Aristotle, if that... »

Still-frames from an imaginary French film. »

“For pity’s sake,” they’ll shout at you, “you can’t rebel: it’s two times two is four! Nature doesn’t ask your permission; it doesn’t care about your wishes, or whether you like its laws or not. You’re obliged to accept it as it is, and consequently all its results as well. And so a wall... »

A simple black box theatre. Three stools sit side by side. On them sit three gents, dressed in suits and a waistcoat. They are lit by one light each. Occassionally they stare into the lights as they speak. Alan: Seventeen years ago, I found myself adrift in a dinghy. I, to this day, have... »

Cohesion, external or not, is a pretty attractive idea when it comes to art, especially because of the fact that art itself lacks any hard or fast definition. The navel-gazing that we know today as art history originated during the Renaissance with Italian painter and artist biographer Giorgio Vasari, who collectively grouped the three... »