Sean Taylor's Blog, page 2
February 20, 2018
I'd like to know if you're finally feeling okay.
Two Shotguns
“It is incredibly important to tell love stories
that take place in train bathrooms,
if not for the absolute impossibility
of their romance alone.”
As the train slowed, after hours of complete darkness, into the Klamath Falls stop, the lowly lit amber streetlights pardoned his eyes like candlelit kites passing too quickly to count. All he knew of Klamath Falls was it was one of the only two “fresh air” breaks in which he would be allowed to step off the train and smoke....
“It is incredibly important to tell love stories
that take place in train bathrooms,
if not for the absolute impossibility
of their romance alone.”
As the train slowed, after hours of complete darkness, into the Klamath Falls stop, the lowly lit amber streetlights pardoned his eyes like candlelit kites passing too quickly to count. All he knew of Klamath Falls was it was one of the only two “fresh air” breaks in which he would be allowed to step off the train and smoke....
February 14, 2018
Write about a museum with an exhibit that no one wants to ever leave.
“So I saw your book tonight, and I just wanted to say, you should get a better typesetter.”
A kind, generous, regular said that to me when I came in on my day off.
I was the typesetter. I hid my head and laughed.
Three years ago I was dumb enough to think that the small percentage of the public that still read creative fiction didn’t care terribly about the typesetting of a book. I thought they cared about the thoughts that carried epiphanies into the finish lines of their hearts.
I thought about...
A kind, generous, regular said that to me when I came in on my day off.
I was the typesetter. I hid my head and laughed.
Three years ago I was dumb enough to think that the small percentage of the public that still read creative fiction didn’t care terribly about the typesetting of a book. I thought they cared about the thoughts that carried epiphanies into the finish lines of their hearts.
I thought about...
February 9, 2018
I have a new wristwatch and it's skeletonized so I can watch it's gears ticking and cranking and I like to call it my hummingbird factory, because it's so busy.
It is very interesting to me, to be able to convince a complete stranger to read one hundred and seventy-five pages of your thoughts. However, I don’t find it strange as a reader. I’m currently reading What is Not Yours is Not Yours, by Helen Oyeyemi and though I find myself lost at times I know, I know a thousand times over she is having exceptional amounts of fun with language and mind and imagination. So when I lose her, I think of people that can’t get words out of their mouths becaus...
January 8, 2018
You can choose who the first to lose is.
Before Craigslist and After Fatalism
It is safe to say we were all a little guilty when the police finally showed up. In the history of authority, I will say, guilt has never before been granted such slack, and lost its contention with such ease. It has never been such a delicious and ambiguous pie shared, so often, it is simply an oyster swallowed.
Every year in July, in this college town, exiled students that become reformed interns and then perhaps model citizens lay their Goodwill...
It is safe to say we were all a little guilty when the police finally showed up. In the history of authority, I will say, guilt has never before been granted such slack, and lost its contention with such ease. It has never been such a delicious and ambiguous pie shared, so often, it is simply an oyster swallowed.
Every year in July, in this college town, exiled students that become reformed interns and then perhaps model citizens lay their Goodwill...
December 31, 2017
Something worth valuing
The lighting is softer than the fibers of the muscles that vibrate when a cat purrs while it sleeps through a miraculous dream.
The camera plays your eyes kinder than perfectly clean.
it's hard to want to find focus at all.
So you lay in a field of grass in the Berkeley hills, you brought a blanket and a sandwich.
You read that this field was once full of deer and bear and elk.
And as you lay down and eat your sandwich you try to listen to the place that you are,
except before you got there.
You try...
The camera plays your eyes kinder than perfectly clean.
it's hard to want to find focus at all.
So you lay in a field of grass in the Berkeley hills, you brought a blanket and a sandwich.
You read that this field was once full of deer and bear and elk.
And as you lay down and eat your sandwich you try to listen to the place that you are,
except before you got there.
You try...
December 26, 2017
Its not that they're ghosts, its that they're haunting us.
This is just to say I'm reading another piece that Quiet Lightning was so kind to publish at The Wave Organ in San Francisco on the first of the year. Info for the show can be found by clicking on this sentence.
I have also been asked to read on the 6th of January at The Octopus Literary Salon. Some guy from some press called Vegetarian Alcoholic found me and after looking it up, its a pretty awesome lineup! Info by way of clicking here!
As for- as of late, well let's just pretend we're in High...
I have also been asked to read on the 6th of January at The Octopus Literary Salon. Some guy from some press called Vegetarian Alcoholic found me and after looking it up, its a pretty awesome lineup! Info by way of clicking here!
As for- as of late, well let's just pretend we're in High...
November 28, 2017
If you take a step, I will make sure that you take the next.
Oh me oh my, I’m featuring at this reading on Thursday. I’ll be reading about artificial hips and medical studies that measure disappointment. Oh and Christmas trees, also about a doubtful psychic and the importance of smell when building trust with someone. It sure sounds like fun right?
Inside Story Time- Layers
Thursday November 30th, 7-9, Octopus Literary Salon, 2101 Webster St, Oakland, CA.
Readings, accompanied by the music of Makram Abu-Shakra, from Zubair Ahmed (City of Rivers), Sean Tay...
Inside Story Time- Layers
Thursday November 30th, 7-9, Octopus Literary Salon, 2101 Webster St, Oakland, CA.
Readings, accompanied by the music of Makram Abu-Shakra, from Zubair Ahmed (City of Rivers), Sean Tay...
October 26, 2017
NEWS!
Of up and coming monarchs!
-Friday 10/27 covering the incredible Kat Robichaud's Misfit Cabaret presents Horror Show at the Great Star Theater, click for link!
Monday 11/6 Quiet Lightning has asked me to read a short short story of mine that they are publishing at the Peacock Lounge on Haight, click for link!
Thursday 11/30 InsideStoryTime has invited me to read some new short fiction with music backing it at the Octopus Literary Salon in Oakland, click for link!
And last but not least, something...
-Friday 10/27 covering the incredible Kat Robichaud's Misfit Cabaret presents Horror Show at the Great Star Theater, click for link!
Monday 11/6 Quiet Lightning has asked me to read a short short story of mine that they are publishing at the Peacock Lounge on Haight, click for link!
Thursday 11/30 InsideStoryTime has invited me to read some new short fiction with music backing it at the Octopus Literary Salon in Oakland, click for link!
And last but not least, something...
October 14, 2017
Old Lovers in Dressing Rooms
There is this aggressive use of a kind hearted tone that taxes every note ten pounds too heavy. I’m a complete fool for it.
I remember a waterslide when I was a child called The Abyss. It was pitch-black for the first twenty-seconds; we couldn’t see our feet in front of us. Then sporadic holes drilled through the black plastic tube gave us this illusion of speed as they chased our eyes abilities to adjust to the complete contrast, to a sharp sudden degree of brightness. As the ride we...
I remember a waterslide when I was a child called The Abyss. It was pitch-black for the first twenty-seconds; we couldn’t see our feet in front of us. Then sporadic holes drilled through the black plastic tube gave us this illusion of speed as they chased our eyes abilities to adjust to the complete contrast, to a sharp sudden degree of brightness. As the ride we...
September 23, 2017
An unwavering grace of exhaustion
I’ve been a little obsessed with Frances Cone the past two weeks and I think I’ve figured out why.
Originally I assumed she sang with this great exaltation of having just finished some heavy lifting. Her songs, after all exhausted, are written with quite heavy topics, and are never scant on hard hitting truths.
The tone and strength that she carries always feels incredibly close by, and personal, it is never an echo or a yell.
There is an honest, loving, sacrifice to them.
My...
Originally I assumed she sang with this great exaltation of having just finished some heavy lifting. Her songs, after all exhausted, are written with quite heavy topics, and are never scant on hard hitting truths.
The tone and strength that she carries always feels incredibly close by, and personal, it is never an echo or a yell.
There is an honest, loving, sacrifice to them.
My...
