I was at an event once where a writer (a good writer, whom I admire) was attempting to win a literary trivia game and not…
About six years ago, artist/teacher/community activist Todd Brown astounded me at his workshop, “The Art Of Not Knowing.” It was my first-ever art class. After a…
Is there anybody in America who is not plagued with ambivalent feelings this time of year? Religion, family, politics, hope, war & peace, guilt, memory,…
There are so many ways to punk the muse. Last week, I talked about visiting specialty bookstores. Visiting places of all sorts—bookstores, museums, caverns, mountains, river rapids, foreign…
I spent some hours this week browsing Fields Book Store on Polk. Founded in 1932 by George Fields, a devotee of Gurdjieff, the store for many…
As The Storming Bohemian I have written a fair amount over the last couple of years about creative consciousness lost and found. No one gets into…
(Steven Gray) I arrived at City Lights with a full moon overhead. All the chairs were taken and people were standing in the back, but…