So here’s the set up. There’s a male fiction writer, a male poet and a girl who writes both poetry and prose. Let’s call them Sidney, Phillip and Clara. At the school they all attend – let’s call it the University of Ottawa – there are two writing workshops offered in the evenings. Sidney goes to the short story one on Tuesdays, Phillip goes to the poetry one on Wednesdays and pretty little Clara goes to both (though her short stories are way better than her poetry [but keep in mind who, or whose fictional representation, is telling you this story]).
JD Salinger, Saul Bellow and Norman Mailer were all devotees of the orgone energy accumulator, nicknamed by Woody Allen the ‘Orgasmatron’. Its inventor, Wilhelm Reich, claimed that better orgasms could cure society’s ills
Responding to my friend's complaint about his Italian textbook
"Sure the book sucks, but what have you ever done for the book? You take and take and take, but what do you give back? That book used to be a part of a part of an old-growth rainforest and now it’s a part of the Faber learning series, how do you think that makes it feel?"
In the chats, Manning uses the internet handle bradass87, while Antolak goes by ZJ (or on YouTube as Zinnia Jones). In the course of their cyber-discussions, Manning describes his life in the army and its discriminatory don’t ask don’t tell (DADT) policy towards gays, talks about his time in a Welsh school, life at home with his father in Oklahoma, his thoughts on terror suspects detained in Guantánamo, as well as his views on religion and foreign affairs.
The chats can be sketchy and at times mundane, but they are revealing about the character and outlook of the man who stands accused of supplying the largest leak of official secrets in history.
This book, which I wrote with Misha Glouberman, is being released today. Misha is one of those people who says things that help me out in life, whether he means for them to or not. I tend to seek out people like this. I like people who are loyal, strong, steadfast, and understand…
As I got home last night I untied one shoe and then took the other, still tied, shoe off. I thought it might have some sort of resonance in relation to my life and general decision making, but then I just dumped all the papers off my bed and went to sleep.