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About Me

The mast is looming just ahead. Here's some rags.

My Interests

We don't know ourselves well enough-- judgement is a birch-bark filter, and with the wrong twist, it tears far too easily.I enjoy walking with arboles, talking to and tending my plants, the tombs of Rome, the sun, some old buildings, writing, thinking I'm eccentric, trying to care, looking at and talking about art, and and living so others can live.I was once told about Dutch sayings and "Do-Gooders"-- I don't know if I agree, but it's sure that I could do more.

Music:

Good music with a great deal of passion.

Movies:

Cidade de Deus, Cinema Paradiso, Wong Kar Wai films, Ralph Bakshi, Blow, La Pistola de Mi Hermano, etc etc.

Books:

I like a bunch of books.

Heroes:

Edvard Munch, Chuck Close, El Greco, Mr. Kerouac, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Donald Barthelme, Edgar Allan Poe, Kurt Blake, Travis Iurato, Oscar Pons, my brother, etc etc.

My Blog

TENGO STRESS

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Posted by Anthony on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 08:32:00 PST

Loom PT 1

The figure of Dani LaMela loomed. He beat out his chest, and garments slithered off of his arms, unlatching apart like the maw of a clam, stuck, still, simmering.His chest, though hairy, beat back rad...
Posted by Anthony on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 11:04:00 PST

The late run.

The more his hands wrung, the less the room manifested itself in clean, wide-angled lines of white and brown.The bridge twinkled beyond vertical blinds and hissed. Then the bridge began to shake and w...
Posted by Anthony on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 01:48:00 PST

I never signed up for this!

This wasn't part of the contract, he said.You signed up for it. Right there, she said.His nose began to bleed. His eyes began to thread over with a fretwork of veins. Crimson teardrops dotted the piec...
Posted by Anthony on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 12:53:00 PST

Well, how's about this.

How's about that?Being 22 isn't all that bad, but then, in a year, at 23? I'm getting shivers down my spine like a cold, wriggling fish thrust down the back of my shirt.
Posted by Anthony on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 08:08:00 PST

Baptismal reincarnation.

Borne from weeks of unplanned rushthe blood in my veins rushed thinner than usualas the marble pedestal of my son's baptismal fontglimmered in the overhead LED lightsOf a stag-church built upon the gh...
Posted by Anthony on Wed, 26 Jul 2006 01:10:00 PST

"How were you going, again?" rasped the stone.

I carry penance in my right hand. The bead representing my past sins was embedded in my palm long ago, brushed black and scintillant with red highlights when the sun hits it right. How did it get ther...
Posted by Anthony on Tue, 11 Jul 2006 01:06:00 PST

ARRRRRRRGH.

Is this is it? Risking the edge of cliche', I'd like to ask, "What if this is as good as it gets?"
Posted by Anthony on Tue, 06 Jun 2006 01:34:00 PST

Alacrity.

This has nothing to do with alacrity and everything to do with something else.I can't tell her how much I'd be left with a vacancy in my psyche without her. I really can't; I'm not even that physicall...
Posted by Anthony on Thu, 11 May 2006 09:14:00 PST

Man.

So that was Costa Rica.Why do we even bother with this money-grebbing hive? I just got back in, and my slave collar has returned to my neck. It seems like there's a few among us that figured out the a...
Posted by Anthony on Sat, 29 Apr 2006 09:22:00 PST