The world from my window...
For a writer to tackle a subject in which the country, social background, and temperament of the people are outside his or her inherent knowledge is the height of impertinence. But writers are impertinent. They are frequently obsessed by themes outside their own experience, and when a writer is obsessed there is nothing to do but give way and indulge the obsession.
Diane Pearson

“Man in the Mirror” and “Time Ticks”  will be published in the June issue of Contemporary Literary Review, India. Man in the Mirror is a poetic re-interpretation of the song “Man in the Mirror”,  written and composed by Glen Ballard and Siedeh Garrett, and recorded by Michael Jackson in 1987. Time Ticks is some sort of dance around the theme of time, drawing from how kru fishermen treat old and out-of-use canoes. 

A SPECIAL gift from neepee!
When there’s a big catch, they bring me “something”. You can call me the non-Liberian chief of Kru town! 
© Clare Mackenzie

A SPECIAL gift from neepee!

When there’s a big catch, they bring me “something”. You can call me the non-Liberian chief of Kru town! 

© Clare Mackenzie

Travelin’ Man
© Clare Mackenzie

Travelin’ Man

© Clare Mackenzie

What did you mean when you called the art at your Fondation Beyeler retrospective “empty”?

JEFF KOONS: What I was speaking about is that artwork, objects, they’re transpondent. You try to pack them with information, that when somebody looks at them, they’re able to have an internal discourse, and when I say that these objects are kind of empty, what I meant is the art’s not there. The art happens inside the viewer, and these objects direct, and communicate to people, and try to manipulate how they feel about a situation, or the type of sensations that they can have. Art happens inside them. Art isn’t something that’s external. It’s always inside the person.

Source: http://www.artinfo.com/news/story/805113/art-isn’t-something-that’s-external-jeff-koons-on-his-whitney-retrospective-the-high-line-train-and-emptiness

No force on earth is going to keep a people of whatever color in the squalor and the poverty I see hereabout, city and countryside.
Stingo’s Dad(in William Styron’s Sophie’s Choice)
William Styron on Creative Writing Courses

For some odd reason, this classic interview, makes me feel good. Stryon was 28(my age), full of life and bubbling in the fame of his first novel Lie Down in Darkness for which he won the Prix de Rome for Literature.

Here’s his thought on the creative writing course -

INTERVIEWER

What value has the creative writing course for young writers?

STYRON

It gives them a start, I suppose. But it can be an awful waste of time. Look at those people who go back year after year to summer writers’ conferences, you get so you can pick them out a mile away. A writing course can only give you a start, and help a little. It can’t teach writing. The professor should weed out the good from the bad, cull them like a farmer, and not encourage the ones who haven’t got something. At one school I know in New York, which has a lot of writing courses, there are a couple of teachers who moon in the most disgusting way over the poorest, most talentless writers, giving false hope where there shouldn’t be any hope at all. Regularly they put out dreary little anthologies, the quality of which would chill your blood. It’s a ruinous business, a waste of paper and time, and such teachers should be abolished.

INTERVIEWER

The average teacher can’t teach anything about technique or style?

STYRON

Well, he can teach you something in matters of technique. You know—don’t tell a story from two points of view and that sort of thing. But I don’t think even the most conscientious and astute teachers can teach anything about style. Style comes only after long, hard practice and writing. 

Source: http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/5114/the-art-of-fiction-no-5-william-styron

three poems ACCEPTED for publication in the summer issue of aaduna, three brutally REJECTED by another journal; i like it this way, like darkness crashing into light at noon! life is a coin and a double-edged sword…

Mmm - Laura Izibor

Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony which is in the universal being; truth the perfect comprehension of the universal mind. We individuals approach it through our own mistakes and blunders, through our accumulated experience, through our illumined consciousness - how, otherwise, can we know truth?

Rabindranth Tagore