The Hollow Men

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Posted on April 4th, 2010 by Ned
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Salinger died, and I wanted to have a post here:
NY Times Article

Posted on February 8th, 2010 by Ned
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Remember the Hollow Men shared poetry with one another? Why did we stop?
Here’s one I clipped from the New Yorker and tacked to the studio wall a while ago.

Posted on February 6th, 2010 by J.E.
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Fortunately, our writing is much better than these contest winners! However, these provide a wonderful laugh.
Bulwer-Lytton Contest Winners
For all lovers of good writing, here are this year’s winners of the Bulwer-Lytton contest, (aka “It Was a dark and Stormy Night” Contest) run by the English Department of San Jose State University, wherein one writes only [...]

Posted on January 26th, 2010 by Pete
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Thanks, JE, for hosting Amanda and me last weekend. We had a wonderful time and were thoroughly inundated with artistic inspirations at every turn. I left with more motivation to return to my artistic nature than I have felt in a super long time, it was good for my soul. I would [...]

Posted on November 21st, 2009 by Pete
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This morning I heard about this piece, “The internet is killing storytelling” by Ben Macintyre of the Times from Steve Inskeep of NPR who heard about it from Tina Brown of the Daily Beast.  I haven’t finished reading it yet but it seems relevant to many of our concerns.  Hopefully I’ll find time to turn [...]

Posted on November 10th, 2009 by J.E.
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Eugene’s lips tilted to the side with a juicy twitch, his teeth opening and chomping as if on an invisible cigar.  The stale scent of tobacco, sweat, and moonshine hovered around the spot he stood.  He rubbed his meaty hands together, stained slightly with yellow.  Now Pete wondered if those stains were caused by nicotine [...]

Posted on August 31st, 2009 by Tobias
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“I love you too sugar lips but ya can’t be pass’n out in the store.”
Francisco woke, relieved to see Eugene sneering down at him. Eugene, foul of smell and worse of character was rarely seen by customers yet Francisco saw a lot of him. Still, better to be thrown out on your ear by Eugene [...]

Posted on August 22nd, 2009 by J.E.
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Francisco woke on the other side of the bed from where he thought he had fallen asleep. He had always been a restless sleeper, Rachael told him. She was sleeping, her back turned to him still, and maybe she was dreaming something better than what they had become together.
He pulled himself up onto the pillow. [...]

Posted on August 19th, 2009 by Shotts
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Francisco didn’t understand the pretense of the old, green liquor bottle. Since he had agreed to this trial, Pete had behaved like he was Morpheus from the Matrix, administering some kind of epiphany from the milky green bottle. When Pete told him that he couldn’t do the drug trial himself because of company policy, Francisco [...]

Posted on August 18th, 2009 by Ned
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Pete’s gaze had intensified. He reached under the counter, eye contact unbroken, and raised up, smirking, holding an opaque green glass bottle whose label was so worn it was no longer readible. He set the bottle down on the counter as a hunter might display a prized kill. Francisco knew though, something inside him knew. [...]

Posted on August 17th, 2009 by Pete
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"You look a bit ragged today, Frank." This was where the script, at last, left off, and they were allowed to improvise. Pete counted change. Francisco counted on his first sip of coffee, which eked into him like humidity.
"You know, you’re the only person I let call me ‘Frank.’"
“Should…I…consider myself lucky then?” Pete let the [...]

Posted on August 12th, 2009 by Tobias
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The rain stopped. Which surprised, irked, and depressed Francisco; in that order. He had intended to write another profound poem addressing themes of unending rain on cold city streets and the overall loneliness of his soul that would, like all of his poems, ultimately be ignored by any publication that he sent them to [...]

Posted on August 12th, 2009 by Tobias
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