
Molly Gaudry's We Take Me Apart:
http://www.aboutjatyler.com/index_files/gaudry.html
And looking forward to reading J.A. Tyler's Inconceivable Wilson, available at http://thescrambler.com/books-tyler.html

Notes From The Journal I Never Wrote And Other Scribbles
Black Velvet Video:
5. Analyze data: There was taste, and my olfactory abilities were heightened through the red velvet cake. Both auditory and visual senses were captured through "Black Velvet."
6. Interpret data and draw conclusions that serve as a starting point for new hypothesis: At first I was like, I've achieved in reaching 4 senses, but what about the 5th sense--feeling? But then, I understood that after eating a slice (slices) of the red velvet cake while watching "Black Velvet," I was able to reach the 5th sense, because I was feeling delightful while doing so.
7. Retest: No need for other scientists to retest this experiment, I am more than happy to perform the retests. Over and over.
As a conclusion: The Velvet Combo is all you need to satisfy all 5 of your senses (hearing, smelling, tasting, seeing, feeling). It's a world of colors.
I do intend to submit my findings to scientific people for approval, including a possible proposal for an infomercial to help spread this joy.
http://www.getyourbasketballon.com/home/
A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is: when I speak of writing, what comes first to my mind is not a novel, a poem, or literary tradition, it is a person who shuts himself up in a room, sits down at a table, and alone, turns inward; amid its shadows, he builds a new world with words. This man – or this woman – may use a typewriter, profit from the ease of a computer, or write with a pen on paper, as I have done for 30 years. As he writes, he can drink tea or coffee, or smoke cigarettes. From time to time he may rise from his table to look out through the window at the children playing in the street, and, if he is lucky, at trees and a view, or he can gaze out at a black wall. He can write poems, plays, or novels, as I do. All these differences come after the crucial task of sitting down at the table and patiently turning inwards. To write is to turn this inward gaze into words, to study the world into which that person passes when he retires into himself, and to do so with patience, obstinacy, and joy. As I sit at my table, for days, months, years, slowly adding new words to the empty page, I feel as if I am creating a new world, as if I am bringing into being that other person inside me, in the same way someone might build a bridge or a dome, stone by stone. The stones we writers use are words. As we hold them in our hands, sensing the ways in which each of them is connected to the others, looking at them sometimes from afar, sometimes almost caressing them with our fingers and the tips of our pens, weighing them, moving them around, year in and year out, patiently and hopefully, we create new worlds.
http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/2006/pamuk-lecture_en.html
Big thanks to Roxane Gay of PANK Magazine for the opportunity to enroll in a session. Too cool of her:
http://www.roxanegay.com/?page_id=2
http://www.pankmagazine.com/