Accumulated stories & philosophies
that always end up in my writing, so I may as well talk about them here: 

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about the siteabout the authorstories behind the poetry This section has been a part of my website since its beginnings in 1997.  I keep taking it out, and it keeps coming back. It's old news to me, and from time to time an e-mail arrives slamming me for being "self-centered", which doesn't exactly make my day. But then, ever so often, someone writes to tell me that this section is important and meaningful to them, and that I should keep it. We all fight similar battles in our lives, so maybe here you'll read something you've been telling yourself before. 
About the bricks on the title page:  I had just moved to Long Beach in early '99 when all the coffee shops suddenly stopped hosting poetry readings.  (No, I didn't have anything to do with that.) When I asked why, they told me that the poets had been too depressing, and coffee sales had dropped drastically.  So why didn't the bars start doing poetry readings?  Seems like depressing poetry would be just the thing for boosting liquor sales!  Shortly afterward, the story got started that here in Long Beach we poets don't do poetry readings -- we just spraypaint our poems on walls and freeway overpasses!  Well, audiences in Encino and Redondo Beach thought that was funny, anyway. 
Daring to make mistakes:  Considering how complex our society has gotten, it is impossible for even the best of people NOT TO SCREW UP SOMETHING in life at one time or another. We can just be glad if our screwups don't kill innocent bystanders. I still often regret having wasted productive years of my life trying too hard not to screw up anything, or at least not to letting anyone see me do it. Doing that means either not accomplishing anything worthwhile, or lying about the mistakes. Don't miss opportunities for learning by not being daring enough to be stupid. (July 1996)
Three important rules from an old boss, (John F. Schmidt, affectionately known as The Chief ):  1. Be a straight arrow 2. Stick to your guns 3. Never, ever prostitute your own ethics. They're who you are. (August 1981)
We, as traffic: We are the traffic that passes through each others' lives constantly -- sometimes as brief glimpses of mutual unawareness, other times sharing our journeys with one another. And if we are traffic to one another, then we are also each others' signs -- in our expressions, demeanor, the things we do and say, or sometimes fail to do and say to one another. (Signs in the language of traffic theme page, June 2000)
The responsibility of poets: We exist for our audience, not the other way around. Therefore, a poet should not be a wall of screaming graffiti gyrating before the reader's face. We have newspaper editorials that do that well enough. (Glass Panes theme page, March 1999)
The importance of now: Better realize that time is short, that events must be cherished, and that the making of memories can no longer be left for later. Even if we're not aware of it every moment, we are always leaving from somewhere no matter how slowly, and life is, after all, rented, not owned. (Last Days of May theme page, September 1998)
Time in our lives: Ultimately, isn't time our lives' medium of transport? It gives us distance and perspective, and hurls us through emotions, memories, and, of course, relationships. People, events and places approach, accompany us, and are sometimes left behind as life keeps moving us along.  (Pervasive Transport theme page, March 2000)
Diversity, ancestry and culture: I think that each of us strives to reconcile our identity, aspirations and talents with the culture and ideals that shaped us.  Each of us serves as a conduit between the often-mundane events we observe of the outside world, and our inner values and beliefs.  It is, after all, who we are that lends profoundness to how we perceive events around us. (Catal theme page, 2002)

Many of us (myself included) have traveled far in order to find what we now regard as home. We humans are migratory creatures, so many of us are thriving far from the places our ancestors came from. Traveling far, we carry our culture and stories with us.  They are ultimately our most valuable possessions, as they add to the experiences and learning of others we come in contact with. (Pirates Parrots of 2nd Street theme page, 2003)

Music: "If I had to live with the music of only three artists, it would be Collective Soul, R.E.M. and Steely Dan." I owe them a lot of inspiration. (It's no surprise that my CD collection has just about every one of these CDs ever recorded.) (from a video, August 1996)
On creativity: I was at a theater production's farewell party when I realized what a wonderful, inexhaustible thing human creativity is. Even after everything that has been written, played, sung, and said throughout our history...there somehow still remain things for us to create and say that are original, worthwhile and profound. And we're not running out yet. There are still vacancies to be filled in our music, our literature, our art, in anything that requires the ability to convey a message that feels new and original. So create! Dream! We have vacancies to fill. (Vacancies theme page, June 1999)
An ultimate goal:  Just like everyone else meandering the sidewalk of life, I'm striving all these years to be true to myself. So what else is new? The hard part is really finding out what the heck that "self" is. Life isn't going to be long enough to find that out. And guess what -- you've got the same job!  (August 1997)
Being outnumbered: Go ahead -- Measure yourself against the entirety of the whole world and find that you will always come up short. Always. Get used to it, and quit doing it. (October 1997)
Being: You can only be in one place at any time. Choose where you want to be carefully. (Early 2002)
Dealing with your own flaws: I'm always impressed how those who know and love us best are all too often the best at bashing us over the head with our own flaws, thinking guilt and manipulation is in our own interest. It's not. Don't ever underestimate the danger of this "friendly fire". It knows better than anything else where to find you and how to hurt you. It will gut you to the core before you know what's going on. Here's what worked for me: 

1. Try to use your flaws in productive ways 
2. You will be more useful to the world if, flaws and all, you carry on with your purpose in life. The alternative is cowering in a corner like a clod of dirt, lamenting your imperfections. Guess how much you can get done by doing that! 
3. Being flawed should not be crippling to your effectiveness, as long as something good can still come of your actions. (early 1997)
On Love: The concept of love is an overly simplistic analysis of lots of complex motivations. That's one way of saying I'm not really sure. (August 1997 -- from a letter to a friend)
More on the same subject:  You can't make someone love you - that one doesn't take too long to discover. Nobody can make you love them - that one takes a little longer.  Then finally, you'll run across those who won't ever allow you to love them - I think that one's usually the last one we discover.  (November 1999)
Conflict and confrontation are not necessarily bad things. They are an instrumental part of our purpose in life if they're fought for a worthwhile cause, to protect those we love, or, most importantly, against our own faults and weaknesses (rampart theme page, Summer 1999)
The Doctrine of Manifest Effect:- Do what you need to do openly in accordance to your goals and principles. Let everyone else react the way they that they will. Dealing with them should be secondary to your act of moving toward your goal and having openly declared your intentions. (Summer 2002)
Trying to keep people in your life: I have come to realize that over the years, I have lost track of many people who were once my friends or otherwise dear to me. Maybe it was because I have failed to tell them I didn't want them to go. If I want someone in my life now, I let them know. If they're embarrassed and never talk to me again, at least I've tried. (July 1996)
An artist's responsibilities: Artists can't be stopped by common sense, or social sensibilities, can they? We have a responsibility to our art, don't we? It's our duty to create and to publish, even if we're scorned by society, isn't it! So what if I'm stupid! ? (excerpt from an e-mail to a fellow writer, October 1997)
Responsibilities toward those you care for: (This one will take some space to explain) When I was in my 20s, I worked with a girl whom I absolutely adored. Her name was Kathy. We weren't really friends, just co-workers. One summer, Kathy bought her first new car and decided to drive to Virginia Beach by herself to visit relatives, about a 12 hour drive. I seemed to be the only person concerned about her driving all this way by herself. I considered the possibility of following her at least part of the way to make sure she'd get there all right. It really wasn't appropriate under the circumstances, and my friends told me so. So I did the socially proper thing and let her drive by herself. Her car had engine trouble halfway there, and she was stranded until a man stopped and offered her a ride to the next town. He kidnapped her, kept her at his house for three days, raped and beat her before finally letting her go. I never saw her return to work. Her friends told me it would take a long time for her to recover physically and mentally from the ordeal. I had wanted to do what would have been the right thing, even if it was impractical and stupid, but instead, I did what was socially expected of me - nothing. 

Some years later I had a co-worker named Jan. We worked well together, and I respected her a great deal professionally. Eight months after we started working together, our company called two meetings at the same time. I was sent to one, Jan to the other. Everyone in Jan's meeting got laid off. My group got to stay. Later, as some of us who still had jobs were standing numbly in the parking lot, Jan was in her car crying, while some of the others who had gotten laid off comforted her. I didn't know what I could say that would make her feel better, didn't think anything could make it better, felt embarrassed about being in the other group. So I just stood there and never tried to say anything, because I couldn't think of the right words. I never saw her again after that day. Anything I could have said to her that afternoon, no matter how awkwardly, would have told her I was concerned and willing to help. It would have been better than nothing. Instead I did what many others did that day - nothing. 

I promised myself from that point on, I would do more for the people I cared for than what's socially correct, expected or what everyone else does, because I'll never know if someone more qualified is going to be around to do it. Sometimes there won't be anyone else. Doing the right thing is not always easy. It requires walking that thin line between respecting someone's independence, and the act of protecting and nurturing them. I still don't make the right judgment call every time and often still end up looking awkward, but I never want to catch myself doing "nothing" ever again. 

Permanence, or lack of:  I firmly believe now that the mastery of anything can be a transient and dynamic thing. Get good and comfortable in something, and you may still find yourself a shocked newcomer to whatever comes next around that blind corner of life. Sometimes, we're hit with our continuous dispossession as humans -- even in all our efforts, time spent in the sunshine of our successes is limited, so we have to deal with the cloudy interludes as best as we can.  When all is said and done, we measure ourselves by how well we deal with life's trials, not by how we manage our victories. (Clouds, intervening  theme page, Fall 1999). 
Greed: Getting greedy with life can backfire -- Take all things as they come, and in the amount they come. If you don't exercise that restraint, you'll deprive yourself of the pleasure of life's gifts by busily wanting more and more (October 1997)
More on doing something:  I firmly believe that in many situations, it's better to do anything than nothing. You might hesitate to act, thinking it's not going to be perfect, or not the best possible. Do it. It's better than doing nothing. Anybody can do nothing. It's easy to do nothing, but doing that never accomplished anything. (December 1998)
Changing latitudes:  I've often felt that it's good to move somewhere where I've always wanted to be, and try my luck there.  If I fail, at least I'll be somewhere different.  (Spring 2000)
Or, put differently: You can only be in one place at any time.
So, choose where you want to be - carefully. (Early 2002)
Weathering our "winters":  Like nature, we sometimes face a winter of the spirit when the best we can do is to respect ourselves for what we have done so far and preserve strength and endurance for another time. Weathering our winters means learning to endure with the knowledge that we must hold on until time and circumstances permit us to do more. We are, ultimately, what we have, to make it though life. Like nature, we do not grow continually but must learn to accept our winters and live through them.   (Lately, the silence theme page, Winter 1999)
Failure: If we never dare to fail, we will never discover our limits. We'll never grow. Be daring enough to really screw up sometimes. Then you can also learn humility, and the art of apologizing. It's good to do all three well. (November 1997) Now that I've completed the circle, go back to the top of this section and start over, just like in real life.

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