Time for work. Tired today.
I have neglected the Dharma. That's an easy thing to do here in the USA.
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Thoughts from an obscure literary life. Your average joe as literary critic, writer, poet, social commentator, cultural observer, barman, wine enthusiast, Irish-Polish American.
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About Me
- DC Literary Outsider
- Washington, DC, United States
- Gandhi tells us to be the change we want to see in the world. I wanted to see a blog on writing. Not necessarily the craft stuff, the things you could learn in a classroom, but the basic matters (and mysteries) of creativity, depth and subject matter. I am a veteran barman of Washington, DC. My novel, A Hero For Our Time, a modern retelling of Hamlet, is available on Amazon.com. (My thanks to Mr. Lermontov, God rest his soul, for allowing me to nod to his singular classic.) What makes writing literature? Writing will always be an art form to honor.
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