Keeping Time in Los Angeles
Music was noise, and noise was music, and George Antheil was on his way.
...moreMusic was noise, and noise was music, and George Antheil was on his way.
...moreFor many years, I tried to civilize myself.
...moreBut we can make choices if we want to live. I believe that.
...moreMy body is a drum, its last vibration fading out. My body is a temple, serene and contemplative, all voices finally stilled. My body is a glider plane, floating on warm currents of air in the eerie, engineless quiet.
...moreIt’s true that real estate can’t save a marriage. But it might be equally true that it can save a relationship.
...moreThis essay is not about love. Love doesn’t enter into it. We are talking mechanics. Four chambers, ventricles and atria. The mammalian heart, and thus, the bat heart, and thus, the human heart.
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