I woke up hungover, with a slight headache on a queen sized mattress on a hardwood floor, one solitary white sheet covering me. Stretched out in Queens, my goal was to follow comics for one week. The objectives: to understand the vulnerability of stage presence, how comics use vulnerability and apply technique to engage … Continue reading A day in the life of a comic
Author: akirsling
The Vectors of Lyon
Ancient bells chime and travel to lounging lost lovers dark shadows usher the sound through steep silk laden stairways to reach their open ears amidst a conversation in which a breath taken before a sentence transforms words being bowed across the strings of the tongue creating a symphonic pleasure for the ears. Eros looks for … Continue reading The Vectors of Lyon
L’état de conscience à Saint Denis
Qui-êtes-vous quand vous écrivez? Cette semaine, j'ai un invité Arthur Verlaine. Arthur vit à Saint-Denis et exploite un stand près de Notre Dame où il vend des souvenirs de Paris. Dans son temps libre, il écrit et joue de la basse dans un groupe de jazz. Je ne peux pas vous joindre Je sais que … Continue reading L’état de conscience à Saint Denis
Dead Fish Eyes
June 29, 2017 Dear Dominique, It’s been seven years. Thank you for hiring us. I wanted to say thank you for giving me a job in my mid-to-late twenties that allowed me to make some quick cash to spend at that shit bar down the road from the restaurant. I learned a lot from … Continue reading Dead Fish Eyes
The State of Consciousness in Saint-Denis
“Who are you when you write?” This week I have a special guest writer Arthur Verlaine. Arthur lives in Saint-Denis and operates a stand near Notre Dame where he sells souvenirs from Paris. In his free time, he writes and plays bass in a jazz band. The State of Consciousness I cannot reach you I … Continue reading The State of Consciousness in Saint-Denis
Berlin- Neukölln
“Infected as younger writers are today by the current passion for caution in everything.” “A certain ruthlessness and a sense of alienation from society is as essential to creative writing as it is to armed robbery.” I had come from a meeting of science in Mainz. I sped through green terrain similar to my homeland … Continue reading Berlin- Neukölln
Preservation Love: An Ode to NOLA
Tell me a tale oh tail some-thing to those hot beads of brass some thing dripping down a Swede sways floored eyes of sunshine not aware stars were arranged in this style. Tamborine alto sax Sax of the Universe tambourine- trumpet cries cries cries to my sliding trombone when Trump-ets up it sends the whole world down … Continue reading Preservation Love: An Ode to NOLA
No Coast
Persisting in Time Time And motion power awakens. I am honored to have Jean-Paul Reddit as a special guest writer this week on my blog. Jean-Paul is a shower ring salesman who travels the country by road and road only. There is the west and east coast. My paradise is No Coast. I left Hannibal, … Continue reading No Coast
Easy ride to Taos
I was exiled from the image-repertoire of Los Angeles. I drove east on the ten, then to the forty, also known as the bourgeois version of Route Sixty Six. Taos was the destination. Miles into sand castle mountains filled in with Echinocactus, I was feeling a deep mourning for my depart from the City of … Continue reading Easy ride to Taos
On the streets of Venice
Why I Write: Inspiration teacher I, only a student To discover The beauty of the streets The beauty of the streets How do I make it work in the City of angels Sound sworn beats Self-erasure Language Of drop deads Drop beats Down and out beats Beats with no stools Beats that only teach Color … Continue reading On the streets of Venice