What does it mean to have an artistic vocation? As I began writing this column, I googled the phrase and found an astonishing 5,330,000 results….
So, it’s been a while since I’ve written a Punk The Muse column. Easy, isn’t it, to slip away from regular work? You think you’re…
If I’m doing my job right, this column is different from previous ones. So, come along for a ride, we’re going off road. Random sentence…
It’s raining outside of my cozy home in the East Bay hills. It is quiet here, except for the tap tap on the roof and…
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…