Can't un-ring a bell and why would we want to? But we must stop the pendulum swings--or at the very least, address them. Vintage Books, Marilyn Monroe While "literary devices" aren't necessarily film-related, both mediums attempt to tell stories and "storytelling devices" in film simply amount to "plot." But I'm not addressing plot. I'm addressing… Continue reading LITERARY DEVICES IN FILM – Post #metoo
Category: deconstruction
Writing with the Write Stuff
It’s a question the big-time interviewers ask writers all the time, usually rockstar-writers: “So where did the idea for (insert newest NYT best-selling book title HERE) come from, and why write about it now?” These writers have whatever the answer is down to a tagline: “Well, Oprah, I went to Alaska in 1988 and there… Continue reading Writing with the Write Stuff
Blood Trumps Stone – Art in the Time of COVID-19
So here we are. And art matters even less, doesn’t it? If only all the artists had gone to med school instead, we’d have enough doctors to go around. We’d have enough toilet paper to go around. We’d have enough water, enough cleansers, enough food, enough, enough, ENOUGH. We have enough, though, don’t we?… Continue reading Blood Trumps Stone – Art in the Time of COVID-19
“Sad Discoveries,” by India LaPlace, A Christmas Eve Review
{Warning:This review contains explicit content and language. If you are offended by explicit language and content, feel free to not be. Or feel free to skip this review. I'm good, either way.} “And if I’d learned that, My marriage might have survived, Or, at least, Maybe my dad wouldn’t tell me That I’m the kind… Continue reading “Sad Discoveries,” by India LaPlace, A Christmas Eve Review
Thoughts on “Grief – A Poem” by Cynthia Pitman
Today I’m going to address this poem because it was more than what it seems—and is, if you know anything about loss. Find the original poem HERE on Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine. Every so often I come across a poem that feels like a perfect poem. What does a “perfect poem” look like, read like?… Continue reading Thoughts on “Grief – A Poem” by Cynthia Pitman