My fourth book, Creative Type, is now available on Amazon. Please see links below. So happy the book is out in the world.
My fourth book, Creative Type, will be out soon. I’m waiting for my third–and hopefully final–proof copy, which should arrive next week. I’m tired of making minor changes to the document, not liking the changes, changing them back, then changing them again. I have to release the book. I have to let it go. Stay tuned.
“If you must write, risk your life to write.” So writes Charles B. Snoad in Double Meaning, a collection of deeply personal poems and essays. Inspired by thinkers like Jean Baudrillard and Albert Camus, Snoad shares his struggles with depression and his love of writing. As the title suggests, double meanings abound and some serious wordplay ensues as Snoad takes us on a journey through darkness into hope.
Also, I created a Kindle version of my second book, Nervous Lethargy, here.
My third book, Double Meaning, is now available for purchase on Amazon.
My new book, Double Meaning, will be out soon! I ordered a proof copy that should arrive tomorrow. I already know, however, that I’m going to make some changes, after which I’ll need to order another proof. So, hang tight. I’m still on track for an early November release.
Four months ago, I announced that I had a third book in the works. Today this book has a title: Double Meaning. I hope to publish it via CreateSpace by November 2018. Details to follow. Meanwhile, check out the new design of the blog.
Jean Baudrillard: “Cipher, don’t decipher.”
Translation: Keep to yourself. Keep something of yourself for yourself. Keep something of yourself from yourself. Commit silence.
How shall we write silence? How shall we write in silence? In what tone does silence not-write?
Knot-writing. Bound books. Unsafe words. Writing is seen as emotional release. It’s first and foremost a building of tension. Writing complicates. Writing frustrates.
If you must write a memoir, don’t spill your guts. Deflect reflection. Let sleeping Freudians lie.
Engage like a mistress in tease and denial. Put a hand over your mouth. Hand over your mouth. Muffle your dreams.
Looking to s(h)elf-publish? Write books nobody reads to be a better person. Be nobody yourself. Inspire readers to do nothing, to say no to being themselves for once. Give the floor to each reader’s No-Self. Write No-Self help books.
I don’t have any details, but today I began working on my third book. More to follow.
A previous version of this poem was published in Nervous Lethargy.
I walk on blades
Of grass around
My father’s grave
Markers careful not
To wake the dead
I want to share news
About a great job
My own place to live
The love of a woman
Who finds me
Worthy of affection
But none of this
And it’s getting late
I tell him about
And Vegas picking
The Cubs to win
The World Series
My voice breaks
Above a whisper
As birds fly in V-formation
Fixed in solemn rows