I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, August 24, 2007

Writer Smoked Links

Via Tobias Buckell, the SF Awards Watch. 'Cause, you know you wanna know all the awards and which ones you might qualify for.

And because I saw it on the NewsHour with Jim Lehrer, and Robert MacNeil is one of the main movers, The MacDowell Colony. It looks nice, has a great history, but I have some problems with artists colonies because they intentionally separate themselves from the world. Being in the world, to me, is essential to the creation of art. Not that I would refuse an invite, and if I had the time I might apply.

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