Author: Matt
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“I Am Life, Mother. . . ” — Hair
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I just caught “Hair” on TCM last night. I had seen it in 1979 twelve years after it was produced on Broadway and, in my mind and experience, ten years after the close of the Sixties; for me the 70s were post-apocalyptic and a very drab decade, although I was…
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That Old Black Magic
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That impulse to lay down a few words is here once more. I try to leave a two day space between blogs just to let the unconscious percolate. in fact, it is my contention that books are written unconsciously and what we do is channel them. I say that because…
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I Don’t Need This
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I’m surfing aross the net looking for directories of literary ezines, online zines that review books such as mine; it is tiresome. I have no publicist, no order to what I’m doing except an inner pulse that moves me in this direction and then into that one. Clearly books are…
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The Blur
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Again, another day seeing the great Blur. And what might that be? The Blur, as I define it, is the passing not only of the natural world before our eyes — we rarely look up, rarely look down — but the peopled stream we find ourselves in. Day after day we go…