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44 Words on National Novel Writing Month

Now’s the time for NANOWRIMO, Loved by fellow writing nerds. Friends are dashing off their chapters, Counting up their daily words. Raw production, that’s their credo. Damn the structure! Damn the plot! In a month, voilá! It’s finished! Am I tempted? No, I’m not.

Signifying Nothing

The political muse has been known to infuse me with verses both sharp and satirical. When conditions are right, I can scale a new height and my doggerel borders on lyrical. When I’m feeling ambitious, my brain gets malicious and sets me more modest parameters. So there’s nothing to do but to open a brew [...]

Roadside Poetry

IF THESE WERE OLDER, SIMPLER TIMES, I’D STILL BE WRITING CHEESY RHYMES. BY DAY, BY NIGHT, I’D TOIL AND SLAVE, COMPOSING SIGNS FOR BURMA-SHAVE.

The Teleplay’s the Thing!

If Shakespeare were alive today, He’d write for “Mad Men” or “Treme.” His moody Danish prince gone mad Would be some thug in “Breaking Bad.” His “Newsroom” scenes would surely please The fans of long soliloquies. He’d crank out “Cougar Town” for money. (Let’s face it, he was never funny!) Then students, centuries ahead, Would [...]

The Non-Anxiety of Influence

Dear reader, no, you’re not in error Seeing rhymes that echo Lehrer. Sentiments that seem much darker, Those I cribbed from Dorothy Parker. Yes, that sick and twisted story Has its roots in Edward Gorey. Jobs was on the mark, I feel: Good ones copy, great ones steal!

In Search of Total Originality

Another greater mind than mine Has sadly, badly crossed the line. When others’ works have met our eyes, It seems we’re doomed to plagiarize. A Writer’s Creed is what we need: For safety’s sake, don’t ever read! Avoid all contacts, work alone, Make sure that every thought’s your own. It might be better, truth to [...]

Typography Fail!

“Two spaces after finishing a sentence.” So said the standard textbooks of my youth. But decades on, I’m racked with deep repentance To learn my style’s offensive and uncouth. And now each time I write, I’m once again tense. The habit sticks like some impacted tooth! Perfectionist and stickler that I am, I envy those [...]