Phi Theta Kappa Seal
In which our hero offers, humbly, the essay version of a speech he planned to give to Edison’s PTK chapter last month; he was prevented from boring members, inductees, and their families to tears when his spine dissolved into sawdust. Posted so both interested PTK members can forward it to their homies in a DM tweet led by some hashtaggy version of tl;dr.
I was in a hurry to leave college. You’ll note, twenty years on, I was mostly unsuccessful. Given my haste, I never thought to petition an honorary society. Nor, I should add, did any invite me.
Got More Rattlers Than A Newborn Baby
My workspace was destined to someday become littered with pill bottles; but I dreamed I’d be, you know, cool about it.
Like Johnny Cash, or Elvis, or Marc Bolan.
Turns out I’m Anna Nicole Smith.
I’m totally delighted the Great State of Ohio has decided I’m a real writer. I shall pass into the East.
Guest post by Steven Holland—killer, author & poet, ©2008
Velvet Goldmine (1998), Todd Haynes’ glittery, decadent tribute to the glittery, decadent glam rock scene of the early 1970s, revolves around Arthur Stuart (Christian Bale) and his obsession with rock star Brian Slade (Jonathan Rhys Meyers), both as a starry-eyed fan in colorful 1974 London and as a disillusioned journalist in a bleak 1984 New York. Though Brian Slade and fellow rock idol Curt Wild (Ewan McGregor) are the ostensible central figures in this rock-n-roll drama, Arthur is the true center of the story, a situation which reflects one of the primary themes of Velvet Goldmine: the search for one’s identity in that of others. Arthur’s story, in fact, which may appear to be secondary through most of the picture, carries the film’s true dramatic power, in contrast to the trashy melodrama of the two rock stars.
Good friend Julia Fierro recounts how founding one of New York’s top literary workshops helped her reconnect with writing.