Between the ages of ten and thirteen, I went to a Catholic school just beyond the city limits of Philadelphia. You knew you were leaving Philadelphia because you had to cross a bridge that spanned a set of railroad tracks and ended at the top of a steep hill that descended into the wilds of…Read more A Longish Preamble to My New Song
The dog keeps barking -- or yipping, or maybe just squeaking at top volume -- as Miranda says she thought I'd just come in the back door like everyone else does. The dog's name is Mocha, and my guess is that he weighs about five pounds. Mike, it turns out, is in the shower, and…Read more The Shoot (Part Three)
As you may have noticed, my last few blog posts have included music attributed to M. Zapatero. It's a name I've been thinking about using for a dozen years or so, ever since I found out that Zapatero is (more or less) Spanish for Schuster. I like the name for several reasons, one of which…Read more Wherefore M. Zapatero?
Big thanks to H. Conrad Miller for inviting me to write a guest post on his blog, A Side of Writing, today!
I think a lot about order and chaos and our relationship to both and how the world in my mind is not the world in your mind and never will be no matter how hard we try. To express ourselves, to listen, to understand each other. We’re born into a world that makes no real sense initially, at least not to us, because all we know is that it’s colder than it was in the warm wet place we just were, glaringly bright by comparison, and filled with loud, horrible noises. Then we’re tired and hungry and sitting in a sack of our own shit, but we can’t make any sense of this yet because we don’t have language, and by the time we do get the words we need to make sense of it all, these horrible things are so far behind us and replaced with so many more…
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Not too long ago, I mentioned that I stumbled upon a book by another Schuster -- The Might Have Been by Joseph M. Schuster. Given the coincidence of our last names, idle curiosity drove me to read it. Once I picked it up, however, Schuster's writing wouldn't let me put the book down. Touching on…Read more Putting One Word After Another: An Interview with Joseph M. Schuster
My initial plan for today was to post a video of last night's reading at Rosemont College per H. Conrad Miller's request, but I spent so much time getting establishing shots of the beautiful old mansion where the reading was being held that the camera's battery died thirty seconds into my piece. So in lieu…Read more To Do…