Sean Taylor's Blog, page 8

Lord save me, I’m drinking all the good whiskey, and preaching to an empty room.

In writing I greatly value the pace of the language, which is not to be confused with the rhythm of language. The rhythm is the pattern in the sounds that the words make as they bounce off of each other, either in the readers mind, or off of the readers tongue. The pace is the speed in which readers are compelled to ingest the thought the words are pressing upon them.
The language that Raymond Carver chooses delineates an endearing, patient, honest, cautious, almost meditative pace to his wr...

Honest heads are yards ahead.

I dare you, just for fun, close your eyes, and write a story or a poem with the opening line being either “I just can’t stop clapping,” or “I can’t hear you over all of the clapping.”
Then play the song Wreaths Rakes by Stolen Jars, also acceptable is Rumpus by Karen O and the Kids, but only if succeeded (it so definitely succeeds) by Rumpus Reprise also by Karen O and the kids.

Here’s mine.

“I just can’t stop clapping,” she yelled, as her boyfriend, for the first time ever, successfully comp...

She said this conversation is missing something. And he replied, oxygen?

Six hours of bartending in the first place I was rejected. Tell me about being haunted, and I'll tell you about how I set stools out infront of the stage next to the bathrooms for our ghosts, because I respect the dead. Today was a tough one, but I'm close to something new. My new book is 6,000 words deep and that's 30% written, well the first draft at least. It's like I've got this super complex and super long secret joke behind my eyes and though it vies to roll out my mouth like a scroll,...

Well that's just perfect

And the beautiful way that you choose to survive

One of these ideas will be in the next book, one will not.

"She said in some odd combination of miracles they had all of the same allergies and together they would run into fields of pollen and hold sneezing contests. Who sneezed the loudest, and who could string the most sneezes together. The sneezing always ended in laughter, she told me, and what better way to spend your time than to laugh with someone. We were left on our best days baptizing our hands in our tears."


"It was all unbearable,...

You're the star at the top of the tree.

This is just to say to anybody and everybody that reads this silly blog, if you don't have family or friends, or if you do, on Christmas Eve I will be working at ChurchKey in North Beach in San Francisco and you are more than welcome to join me. I'm going to order us some Christmas dinner, it's going to be fabulous, and your presence is preferred, and there's no sense at all in being alone on Christmas.

Now here's one of my favorite christmas songs.

I can't say now.

Happy to announce I will be covering a number of events at the San Francisco International Art Festival.It isn't until late May but I look forward to engrossing myself in a mess of other people striving to create something fluid with emotion and universal truth. Wait? Is that what art is?

Tonight I'll be in Chinatown at Kat Robichaud's Misfit Cabaret. Kat has this way of fervously weaving absolute fun with artistic eccentricities. If you have never been, the show is running tonight and tomorro...

Diversion eyes

I’ve always worn caramel brown boots. I first spotted them, then again, and again, on the feet of great men, dressed in bronze, and held forever as statues. This permanence, I have declared, must begin from the ground up. I personally, started my legacy with this image of their caramel brown boots.
After losing my preferred hand to hold, I’ve come to make fists in my jacket pockets while waiting at bus stops in the rain. In less than ten minutes the windows on the Kung Fu studio across the s...

Lisa and I are going far far away from here.

I keep asking her, where did you go? Where have you been? How did you get this way? I want to go there too, it must be a magical place.

Waiting for the hint of a spark

Dearest Blagh
I know I’ve been all over the place the last two weeks, and that’s either super unprofessional or just being an unstable artist. Who am I kidding it’s super unprofessional. News is after 30 years on this planet I’m on my first lifetime regret. Which isn’t to say I’ve never regretted anything, I have regrets all the time, little regrets. The big ones, the lifetime regrets are something that will effect you for years to come. And now I have one. I think 30 years was a pretty damn...