This isn’t a new story, but I just realized I’ve never linked to it despite how much I like it. It’s a deep dive into the true story behind the ’80s horror classic A Nightmare on Elm Street. Enjoy.
I wrote this weird thing for Everup this week. Turned out pretty well.
Like I mentioned in the story, I took a hippie speedball while writing it but little survived the final draft. Here’s the original speedball-abetted notes. It’s a mix of stuff I dictated into the notes app on my iPhone and typed out, so it’s pretty jumbled. Continue reading
I recorded a new song and posted it on Soundcloud. It’s kind of like if a bad Steely Dan cover band scored a porno in the ’70s. Thanks to Will Ferrell, John C. Reilly and Adam McKay for the inspiration.
Is life too short for poetry? I think I’ve been living under that assumption even though I don’t remember consciously making that decision. I haven’t read a poem in years. There’s something about looking at words broken into stanzas that makes me impatient. Somehow it feels harder to read something when there’s a lot more white space on the page. And those goddamn poets, they put so much effort into each word, so you’re supposed to meditate on every choice they make.
Ugh. Who has time for that? And what good is it, really? Give me the internet and a Domino’s pizza and Taylor Swift music! I will soak in its garbage and be fine.
Anyway. There were two catalysts behind this post: I haven’t written in a while because, once again, paying gigs have prevented me from writing for free. Secondly, I had an interesting addendum for a thing I wrote for money. It involves poetry and Harry Potter.
I mentioned the William Butler Yeats poem “The Song of Wandering Aengus” in a guide to a Celtic goddess I wrote for Van Winkle’s. It’s not his best poem (“Second Coming” probably is) but it’s the only one that of Dumbledore has read aloud to interest people in Irish tourism opportunities.