an old writer and his words

  • HELL, FAR LEFT CORNER

    I suspect that I am not alone in wondering if there is a corner of literary hell set aside for those who foist clichés on the world and at the head of that table should sit the fellow who first said “time marches on.” Even Einstein realized that time is relative, and as one who…

    Lou Faber

  • NOTELESS

    He says, “I write songs without music, my head is a libretto warehouse.” She says, “You string words like random beads, no two strands the same.” He says, “Symmetry is for those with linear minds, who can’t see out of the tunnel.” She said, “Dysentery is a disease to be avoided particularly by poets.” He…

    Lou Faber

  • VOYAGES

    Space is not the final frontier, of that I’m certain nor was Debussy right, though some does live between the notes, nor do I want more, what I have will suffice. No, space is the damned key on this keyboard that sometimes sticks anddrivesmetodistraction.

    Lou Faber

  • SKELETONS

    Their corpses have been gathering dust in the closet where I keep them, in boxes, once neatly labeled, but the collection has grown so large I’ve given up any attempt at organization. I do, periodically, take a glance into the boxes, take a few out and carefully consider them, but heeding the proscription, I always…

    Lou Faber

  • SO TO SPEAK

    It is hard, he says, to put your cart before your horse when you have neither. So then you are left  with the choice of whether to buy a horse and try to overload it until it cannot walk or a cart easily filled that no one can move, or to just buy a half…

    Lou Faber

  • ON WRITING

      All too often it is just a matter of tossing words into the air and wondering where, or even if, they land, and if they do, what we will find when they finally settle on the paper.

    Lou Faber

  • THINKING MAKES IT SO

        Words, words, words Polonius, it’s all this damn book is full of, but don’t let it bother you, for your time is so limited, I’ll see to it soon enough. It’s the price of doing the bidding of the devil. Did you really think it would be otherwise? This is, remember one of…

    Lou Faber

  • AD INFINITUM

    When all is said and done and everything that can be written has been, when the questions have all been answered or forgotten, when you grow tired of answers, ask yourself this:  

    Lou Faber

  • A SCREAM

    Then there are the days when extracting words feels like extracting teeth, and there is no Novocaine for either my pen or me. If you hear a scream, just ignore it please, it is only the agony of a poem’s death throes.

    Lou Faber

  • ABSURD, YOU SAY?

    Here in Haikutown verisimilitude can be found in line two.   But over in Tankaville it can have three addresses.

    Lou Faber