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For a period of about six months, from mid-summer to Christmas, I spent time in LA. Quite a lot of it, more than my usual quickie trek to see a show and then head home. It was lovely, much of it, in some massively appealing and magnetic ways. And then it wasn’t. Which is all Continue reading
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Got a jolt in my inbox two days ago. Quite the galvanizing visual. Wholly unexpected. My mailbox. 1288. Oberlin College Mail Room. Wilder Hall. The same box. Lucite panel smudged per usual, the combination dial fanned out like angel wings or a sun-and-moon carving on a very old gravestone. The knob ribbed around the sides, Continue reading
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Lately I’ve been crazy busy helping the most industrious of my entrepreneurial friends run his business. So I’ve been tapping on the now month-old iPhone day and night, scheduling and estimating and quoting and choreographing and soothing clientele from Humboldt to Hemet, Cupertino to Santee. I’ve been yenta-ing it up, though not on the blog. Continue reading
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If you weren’t an English major, this link will take you to Wallace Stevens’ “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.” It’s a poem about visual perspective. There are times when you take pains to observe the life in your periphery, when things move and when they stay still. Fixity and motion. So yeah. February 8, Continue reading
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Lately I’ve been obsessed with the sky photography of experimental geographer and scholar of classified satellites, Trevor Paglen. Paglen documents stealth military installations, a dark world of covert domes and fortified fences he shoots from great distances, often with cameras meant for astronomy. He does gorgeous work and is clearly smart as hell. If Don Continue reading
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Two weeks ago I lost a friend from grade school. She had an absolutely awful death, no peace at all. She fought it like the Taliban would fight, oh, I don’t know, lard-fried chicken chomped by Israelis waving American flags. I really have no clue. I wasn’t there, I spoke to her on the phone Continue reading
About THIS BLOG
My purpose here is simple. I wanted a cork board for new work. I finished writing a novel a few years ago, and tabled it for reasons irrelevant here. My characters have more to say, so I’m back at it. One of the best parts of writing is when a character speaks through you. I am editing the whole schmear, titled AH HERE WE GO, on a private platform.
L’Chaim, To Life.
Anne Isacowitz Scarvie
“Grace to be born / And live as variously as possible.”
Frank O’Hara
Rothko's Rolodex 