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This morning while sitting outside reading the morningpaper (a ritual rapidly losing relevance in this world) and sipping strongblack coffee (another passion disappearing under the veneer of style, health-paranoiaand progress,) I feel uncomfortable and out of sync with the world smearedacross the newsprint. I feel like therodeo clown that stumbled drunk into a séance conducted by very somber and verynaked spiritualists.He believed he was opening the room to his own apartmentin the dingy…See More
Gita commented on Frank Sloan's blog post The fugitives"EXCELLENT! Loved the air smelled of sand and irrigation canals and emptiness and Pancho Villa’smoustache wax and the folly of “reliable” FBI intelligence. "
Frank Sloan commented on Robert Crisman's blog post Just One Of the Girls Tra-La"Great story. The side of San Fransisco most of the world didn't want to see. They still wanted to see the hippies. I love "late at night when lusts show their face without makeup.""
Frank Sloan commented on Diana E. Backhouse's blog post A Time-Wasting Hobby"Writing's a tough game. It's hard on the writer who's wracked by self-doubt and insecurity. It's hard on the writer's family. My wife would like more time with me. But in the end, she supports what i…"
Frank Sloan commented on Edward V. Strand's blog post Synonymy"Interesting story. Makes me want to read more."
Edward V. Strand commented on Frank Sloan's blog post The fugitives"Enjoyable alternate (?) take on what is now a historical moment. I didn't pay much attention to what was going on with that crew at the time, but I do recall that crazed look on "Tania's" face and the way she was holding the gun…"
Paul de Denus commented on Frank Sloan's blog post The fugitives"Reads like a movie scene- I can smell the desert air/ hear the highway traffic- great read Frank"
Frank Sloan posted a blog postThe fugitives
I sat in a patrol car in the dry desert night waiting for Patty Hearstand Bill and Emily Harris to cross the border from Mexico driving a white or possiblygray van with Texas or possibly California or possibly Ohio plates. A quiet,cool, moonless night on the outskirts of the tiny hamlet of Calipatria, the airsmelled of sand and irrigation canals and emptiness and Pancho Villa’smoustache wax and the folly of “reliable” FBI intelligence. The only self-proclaimed revolutionaries I spottedthat…See More
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Posted on July 8, 2011 at 8:31pm 0 Comments 0 Favorites
This morning while sitting outside reading the morning
paper (a ritual rapidly losing relevance in this world) and sipping strong
black coffee (another passion disappearing under the veneer of style, health-paranoia
and progress,) I feel uncomfortable and out of sync with the world smeared
across the newsprint. I feel like the
rodeo clown that stumbled drunk into a séance conducted by very somber and very
naked spiritualists.
He believed he was…
Continue The fugitives
Posted on July 6, 2011 at 9:15pm 3 Comments 0 Favorites
I sat in a patrol car in the dry desert night waiting for Patty Hearst
and Bill and Emily Harris to cross the border from Mexico driving a white or possibly
gray van with Texas or possibly California or possibly Ohio plates. A quiet,
cool, moonless night on the outskirts of the tiny hamlet of Calipatria, the air
smelled of sand and irrigation canals and emptiness and Pancho Villa’s
moustache wax and the folly of “reliable” FBI intelligence. The only self-proclaimed… Continue
and Bill and Emily Harris to cross the border from Mexico driving a white or possibly
gray van with Texas or possibly California or possibly Ohio plates. A quiet,
cool, moonless night on the outskirts of the tiny hamlet of Calipatria, the air
smelled of sand and irrigation canals and emptiness and Pancho Villa’s
moustache wax and the folly of “reliable” FBI intelligence. The only self-proclaimed… Continue
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