Through the morning's wind and rain comes a woman's voice: "Will somebody help me? I'm blind. I can't find my way." I look out the window and see someone (I assume it's her, but I don't know) sheltering at the side of the tower block that faces mine. She has a shopping trolley and, I think, a stick. I'm about to get dressed and go down and ask if she needs help, but she slowly moves to the front of the building and goes inside. I don't know if she had a key, or if someone buzzed her in.
The next morning, I still hear her voice.
Sergio Casci is one of my oldest and dearest friends, so I'm happy to report that the latest film he wrote, The Lodge, has just premiered at the Sundance Film Festival, and is getting excellent reviews and word-of-mouth. Here's what Bloody Disgusting said about it.
Today is the birthday of Robert Burns, Scotland's national poet and one of the great Zen poets of the west, though it's unlikely he ever heard of Zen.
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
I just realised that two days ago was the 100th anniversary of the murder of Rosa Luxemburg. In tribute, I'm going to reread Red Rosa, the great graphic biography by Kate Evans.
Writers who describe themselves as "survivors," even though they haven't experienced anything life-threatening, tend to be bad writers.
Good writers tend to be people who love books and want to write them. Bad writers tend to be people who want to be "heard," or "seen," and who value their "voice."
Bad writers want to express themselves. Good writers get over themselves.
Most of the above also applies if you replace "writers" with "people."
The crime writer Damien Seaman has just published an interview with me, and a review of my book One for My Baby.
Zen Buddhist author Barry Graham: "Most publishers couldn't sell weed to Snoop Dogg"
Elmore Leonard meets Henry Miller: an in-depth review of One For My Baby by Barry Graham