Thursday, March 26, 2015
ENTRY
THIS POST ORIGINALLY CONTAINED THE SHORT STORY, "FAT CHANCE"
“Fat Chance” (circa early
90s) was a tough sell....one editor told me she “couldn't with any
kind of conscience” run such a story. I finally placed it in a
beautiful German Journal called THE MOWER ('93? '94?) and they ran it
both in English and translated into German, along with another story
I wrote. It was a great journal----featured gorgeous color plates and
a split 7” single with Clutch----and that was my first exposure to
that band, whom I liked very much. Still do.
Guy ODs to Johnny Mathis
marathon on the radio....cute gimmick. The suicide was fake----the
pain was very real and very personal. It was a good picture of my
life at that time. Art---whether it was poetry, fiction, music with a
band or a picture----its creation, perpetuation and preservation, was
the only reason I didn't blow my goddamn fucking head off back in
those days. It serves me well even now.
What I would tell anyone going
through similar hurt is, put it out there and make it your gift to
the world. You could save your own life, and who knows? You might
save someone else's.
You never know.
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