The writer's paradox: in order to grow large, one must become very small.
I refer to the parsing of time. In childhood, much of it and much to my fortune, I had oceans of time for reading and just reading and reading to excess. Try swimming back there now, avoiding the Internet altogether, ignoring also laundry and any other housekeeping that gets in the way (an empty refrigerator becomes a good sign), leaving the Netflix envelopes unopened on the coffee table.
This is not easy.
I am, however, determined.
There's much on the plate, but I am going with this classic:
Malraux, Andre. Man's Fate. Haakon M. Chevalier, Translator. Madeline Sorel, Illustrator. Forward by John Leonard. New York: Random House, 1984. Originally published by Harrison Smith and Robert Haas, Inc., 1934.
I've also started this showcase blog's photo gallery: http://commart.typepad.com/photos/mfl/. There's just one up today, a colorful Hydrangea "snowball". There's more to post (or promote in the way of pictures), but let's really slow down this life and groove into an altogether more productive, more engaged, art and literary stance.
I've also another short story to post, but later on that.
Correspondence and Permissions: James S. Oppenheim
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