TWKM Blog

With the wide-spread adoption of the Internet artistic creation is at an amazing high. New art-forms and pieces emerge every day fueled by the accessibility and mass exposure the Internet allows. Is true art being diluted by the garbage being presented as art on the Internet? (more…)

There I sat that snowy late winter night as I always did, sitting in a beat up simple pine chair at a great oak desk. It was an unusual combination of furniture; the rich-stained oak desk with it’s glossy thick finish was never meant to be paired with the dimpled and dented softwood chair. The chair was comfortable enough, having a moderately soft cushion on the seat and a firm backrest. Besides, I never had to look at the chair as I wrote at night, I saw only the beautiful desk that had been passed down through eight generations of my family.

This night I wasn’t writing, I was leaning back in my chair and gazing blankly into the flames that danced in the stone fireplace on the other side of my desk. The books in the shelves to either side of the fireplace, stacked all the way to the ceiling, could not provide to me in their millions of words anything close to answer the question I was asking. (more…)

I feel as if I’m now on the cusp of something big. As if all my life this great focus or achievement has been building up as I was busy elsewhere.

When I returned, there it was, looking no different that it had before, although it now seems so much more attractive and exciting.

The world seems somehow fresh now, waiting to be explored and documented. Whether it’s by fountain pen and Moleskine or computer and Internet access, it cries out, waiting for someone to make it concrete.

I am still waiting on some inspiration for my first mass-marketed literary achievement. I’m sure that somewhere down the line the first will seem very trivial and I’ll have a good laugh at it. But right now it seems like the first rough stepping-stone towards highways paved with marble.

Now I’m excited. O words, how you do get me going.

I realized the other day, and I can’t remember why, but I realized that I have not been doing what I love for quite a long time. Sorry, now I realize why.

I was reading a blog I came across (linked to from a Twitter friend’s blog) and it is titled, “StreetRag – An Urban Notebook”. It seems really quite pointless in the best sense of the word, but the author Michael Gravel chronicles his journeys through Edmonton. It isn’t a journal or a diary though, it looks like it’s practice. He takes what he experiences and then describes them to death. His writing is introspective and thoughtful.

I really enjoyed reading his March 8th post, “The Guy With Slippery Eyes“. It reads like a short story almost and it just really made me remember that I love writing, I love reading, and that both have played a very important part in my life. I foolishly thought that their part was already played and that it was no longer a necessity. (more…)