Thanks for your kind comments about "It's Always the Quiet Ones," Sina. It's great to make your acquaintance and I look forward to reading your work. - David
In a month it'll be twenty years since. I was fourteen at the time and hadn't read a vampire novel. Had no interest in them. I don't even know where the book came from, only that I opened it one summer day.
"I see..." said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the window. For a long time he stood there against the dim light from Divisadero Street and the passing beams of traffic. The boy could see the furnishings of the room more clearly now, the round oak table, the chairs. A wash basin hung on one wall with a mirror. He set his brief case on the table and waited.
(Interview with the Vampire)
I feel crazy when I tell people (which is why I don't often say it), but it wasn't just the words themselves, it was how they're arranged on the page. The moment I looked at the page, even before I read the prose, I knew; like a seer must 'know' things when he/she looks into a scatter of bones or tea leaves. I 'saw' my life's meaning in that page.
Thanks for your kind comments about "It's Always the Quiet Ones," Sina. It's great to make your acquaintance and I look forward to reading your work. - David
Thanks for your comment regarding "Remedial Reading".
dear sina---thanks so much for reading & commenting on my wee poem--cheers----gary
Sina, thanks for your recent comments on "What Some Boys Do!"
Thanks for commenting on my poem 'Playground,' I appreciate the feedback!
Sina -
thank you for your very nice words about being punched in the right ways by "Extinction" !
And you, Copper! Hope the dreams carried you through the night and through most of today!
I'm glad you get it. Wonderful meeting you today. I'm off to dream something good. Keep in touch...
Not crazy...rather perfect! That's usually how I pick books to read...and I've got that list of fave books I haven't read. I get it.
In a month it'll be twenty years since. I was fourteen at the time and hadn't read a vampire novel. Had no interest in them. I don't even know where the book came from, only that I opened it one summer day.
"I see..." said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the window. For a long time he stood there against the dim light from Divisadero Street and the passing beams of traffic. The boy could see the furnishings of the room more clearly now, the round oak table, the chairs. A wash basin hung on one wall with a mirror. He set his brief case on the table and waited.
(Interview with the Vampire)
I feel crazy when I tell people (which is why I don't often say it), but it wasn't just the words themselves, it was how they're arranged on the page. The moment I looked at the page, even before I read the prose, I knew; like a seer must 'know' things when he/she looks into a scatter of bones or tea leaves. I 'saw' my life's meaning in that page.
Crazy, huh?
Thank you Marcy!
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