many of you are aware that i walked away from a 30-year career in journalism last summer in order to concentrate full-time on my own writing and painting. the latest step in this ongoing creative process is the construction of lauriemacfayden.com — a website devoted to my visual art. it’s been a weird evolution for […]
Author: Laurie MacFayden
red, white and blue all over
i’m back in e-town after a week in nashville. i love to travel, so generally any road trip is a good trip … but i’m still trying to sort out my conflicting gut impressions of music city. some of the high notes: getting to hear john irving (the world according to garp, hotel new hampshire, […]
when god goes to the ballpark
in honour of the fall classic… When God goes to the ballpark, to whose prayers does She, in Her infinite wisdom, decide to respond? Favourably? When God goes to the ballpark, how does She decide which team to root for? Does She flip a coin, or toss a bat and do that old schoolyard hand-over-fists-up-the-handle […]
dear mister harper
When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgment. Yours sincerely, John […]
bartlet for america
so when exactly was it determined that we want ordinary people in the white house? it was dad-gum embarrassing to hear clips of sarah palin’s “goshdarnit this” and “doggonit that” during the american veep debate last week. do her handlers truly think america wants/needs elly-may clampett a heartbeat away from the oval office? the whole […]
mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be poets
if you missed it … too bad. we can’t get it back. you’ll just have to trust me that it was freakin’ awesome. we’re now living in a post-po-fest world … and those of us who stopped by the ARTery last night are all the better for it.
for all the rude people
when i was in grade 6 i loved those alfred hitchcock collections full of murder mysteries and quirky tales of the macabre. so when john lavallee offered to swap me a 50-cent paperback hitchcock anthology for a bic pen, i didn’t waste any time saying yes. the book featured lots of neat dark stories … […]
malta pilgrimage, 2000
for jennifer and joan, with gratitude (i’m just the stenographer; this piece was created by 32 remarkable women.) We have all been here together, before. What you need, you will find. Is it answers you seek? Truth? Tranquility? Or merely … possibility? From this place I will take: The power of the circle. Spirals. The […]
