I'm a poet, editor,
blogger, writer. Or so it says on my CV. Right now, I'm
looking for work as a freelance writer, editing and
particularly spreading my wings as an arts and culture
writer.
My first love was science. As a child, I built many a
motor, dismantled more and observed the ants that lived in
the curb outside our house. It was normal for me to beg my
grandparents to allow me to stay up late to watch a lunar
eclipse or an exceptionally bright Mars with my telescope.
My interest in both physics and metaphysics - the ways in
which we comprehend the world(s) around us - has never
abated, only become more integrated into my life.
Someone once told me that I read too much poetry. That's
what my life revolves around - trying to be the best poet
that I can possibly be. Another person told me that Milan
Kundera and Paul Auster got together and wrote the story of
my life without ever revealing it to me. I've had a lot of
strange jobs and owe much of my sense of fulfillment in
life to serendipity.
Those people I enjoy most are those who can understand the
Conversation (capital "C") that can be exchanged between
people, resisting the human urge to dominate. Those persons
who can exist within a vast, multi-threaded tradition of
languages spoken and not.
It seems that I always end up in cities, even though I
agree with Cezanne that "every man needs a mountain" and,
some, in my experience, the sea. As of late, I've been
lucky enough to be able to reckon with mountains and live
briefly next to the sea.
I'm always exploring film and music and I am always happy
when a suggestion is sent my way. Most played on my iPod now,
might include: Jimi Hendrix, Keren Ann, Regina Spektor,
Mahler, Haydn, Coltrane, Sarah McLachlan, Brooke Benton and
Yo-Yo Ma. Television: Heroes, Battlestar Galactica,
Firefly, The Sopranos (I was raised in Jersey and actually
sound that way when I'm very
angry with
someone). Old favorites include: Quantum Leap, Star Trek
(TOS, TNG, DS9) and the original The Twilight Zone.
My obsessions are strange, by the standards of some:
designer luggage, Apple Computer products, irony,
languages, worrying, pens, LEGO and the firebrand dissent
and oratory of Keith Olbermann. In some manner, I have sold
all of those things.
Much appreciated
care packages might include, but are not limited to: United
States Postage (for poetry submissions), Mach 3 razor
blades (the keep my baby face and head smooth), iTunes gift
certificates, mix CDs, friends' poems, cash (Euro, CZK, or
PLN, please) and tickets to somewhere else. I posted a
PayPal button as I had heard that it worked for someone
else.