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Attending

I can’t tell you why I rented the theater downtown, other than that it was inevitable, like the notes of a song. Facing the rows of empty velvet seats, I felt the thrust of potential. At night, doctors stood on stage telling stories—not of helicopter rides and loss of blood, but of waffling, of wanting, of grappling with themselves. The audience arrived like spirits, craving not entertainment but something more fundamental and urgent. I sat backstage, eyes closed, living and dying in every pause, every ripple of laughter. This—a live storytelling event by those in health care, for those in health care—was the first thing I had ever originated, one that came from the roiling place inside of me and not a script.

 

Ruthlessness and Art-Making

For some time, the subject of ruthlessness and art-making has lingered in the back of my mind. Like so many nascent ideas, this one has felt warm to the touch but without explicit features. What do I mean by “ruthlessness”? Do great artists posse [...]

What’s Your Favorite Writing Prompt or Exercise?

July 23, 2012

While catching up on New Yorkers this weekend, I ran across a delightful piece by Rebecca Mead, "Earnest." (Read it online.) It's about Jeff Nunokawa, who writes one Facebook note per day. Mead writes: Nunokawa typically takes a literary quotation [...]