Myself
- On "talent"
It always makes me wince slightly when anyone claims that a musician, academic, poet, writer, etcetera is talented, and that their acclaim and success is due to some inherent skill, unattainable by the common man, woman or child. It's not. It never is. What matters is not your talent; but your skill. And by virtue of that, your passion to season this flavorless skill into the savory dish that is referred to as "talent." There is no barrier of entry for intellect of any flavor.
At the Drive In/Cedric Bixer-Zivalla
- Invalid Litter Dept.
intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies that had knocked the pins down, as their shoes gripped the dirt floor, in the silhouette of dying. Yeah, they had plans for him. They had spun the last of the pimps, corduroy satin nailed jewelry lips, while the guillotine just laughed again. And the paramedics fell into the wound, like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant, an anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband.
