Those Picassos of Pistachio Pistachio, those Borgeses of Half Baked, Ben and Jerry have authored an oeuvre of delicious genius, and a young writer would do well to learn the lessons of the ice cream iconoclasts, who did to dessert what only the most innovative artists do to their crafts: they reinvented it. If we're … Continue reading May We Write Like Ben (or Jerry)
Robert Uren
On Dust and the Cellular Self
Never mind rivers. You can't take steps in the same body twice. May I find my way into this subject by way of something gross? I'm typing on a laptop that isn't very old, but is thoroughly coated in me. My skin and hair, that is. I'm literally losing myself while writing this; tiny bits … Continue reading On Dust and the Cellular Self
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