Lord, make my life A window for Your light To shine through And a mirror to reflect Your love To all I meet. Amen.
Art has to offer something other than stylized despair.
I like to think - knowing that it's an enabling fiction - of those moments as fragments from a world to come, a world where price isn't the only measure of value.
I'm increasingly on the side of thinkers like David Graeber who are talking back to this notion of totality and emphasizing how there are all kinds of moments in our daily lives that break - or at least could break - from the logic of profit and the modes of domination it entails. Zones of freedom, even if it's never pure.
I usually see the word "metafiction" applied to works that draw attention to their own devices, their own artificiality, in order to mock novelistic convention and show the impossibility of capturing a reality external to the text or whatever.
Most of us start from that position of irony now and what I wanted to do - really felt like I had to do if I was going to write another novel - was move towards something like sincerity.
My concern is how we live fictions, how fictions have real effects, become facts in that sense, and how our experience of the world changes depending on its arrangement into one narrative or another.
I'm blessed to be able to work at something that I'm good at, and that I love. It's not something I take for granted.
I want to be undefeated for a while and end my career as one of the greatest of all-time.
Do Obama and Boxer realize they are on the wrong side of a tsunami of voter discontent with a government run by and for the public employee unions?
Everybody I meet in public seems to want to audition for me. If I ask a guy what time it is, he'll sing it to me.