Writing on The Walls: My first complete memoir/manuscript which was my thesis at Calarts.
Peter Pan Trail Tales: A collection of memoir-like stories about my teenage bus hopping days; think of an early 90s version of My Own Private Idaho, but a little less prostitution.
The Gospels According to Plath: an elegy poetry chapbook about my oddly symbiotic relationship with Sylvia Plath and our Mclean hospital connection. Also a serious commentary on the subtext of the fetishization of Sylvia Plath and her works. My first edition is done!
A Documentary project: with Elyn Saks about mental illness here and overseas and a few other important topics. (TBA)
I figured out how to import my blogger into WordPress and I made it through graduate school. One of those might be more impressive than the other. I mean let’s face it, the internet and blogging sites are far more complex than any sort of higher education right?
And so what’s next?
I feel so very adult not using Tumblr for once, graduating, and you’d think I would be, but I do not.
I do not feel adult nor will I ever feel it.
I might always be lost, lost but happy to be here, on this planet with all of you, but isn’t that just me being honest?
What else? How about you?
As of now this blog will no longer be active, and from now on-I will only update via my Tumblr site: http://carmelovalone.tumblr.com
Thank you & Have a happy holiday season….
Will this work for someone as technically uncool as me?
RIP to Mr. James Gandolfini. One of the most talented actors of our time. From his voice work on “Where the Wild Things Are” to his character on The Sopranos to his star-making bit part in True Romance. Tony Soprano was his most vibrant of TV persona, and reminded me so much of my own father, and a bit of myself. A true comfort. James/Tony will be missed all over this world. But as Laura said, at least he died in Roma…
Buonanotte re, si sarà perso.
And yes, I truly enjoyed Baz’s “The Great Gatsby.” It made me want to re-read F Scott’s short stories that were the precursor to “The Great Gatsby.” To me, these stories are the heart of all things Gatsby.
And I again realized that Gatsby and Nick are so very alike in many ways. I used to think of myself as a Nick, but now perhaps I think I’m a bit of both-a Nick/Gatsby hybrid. But I would guess most every man that has obcessed about Gatsby, has felt at least like one or the other at least once or twice in his life.
(My copy of his short story collection)
Go see it.
Last night I wrote a very long and personal blog about my love and heartache for Boston aka my adopted hometown.
I realized after the fact, I had to pull it off my blog and keep it for myself. It wasn’t that I was afraid of being too vulnerable or naked on the page, but sometimes, writing is just for the writer and his own heart.
I do hope and wish for my beloved Boston to heal quickly. I hold a great sadness for you my beloved lady. You are the moon of all cities.
Commonwealth of my heart,