chris dacunto
The Puker, Chris D'Acunto, 2010.

Daniel Adler don’t got his phone no mo’. Bought two tickets today, one from Cairo to Athens, the other from Warsaw to Mumbai. Very well priced, six hundred for both. That’s it, the only airfare. Although it’s somewhat worrisome not having an Indian visa. Have to get it in Cairo or Warsaw, places I’ll be for at least a week, most likely. But I’ve done that before.

Before I went to Russia, I had to get that visa in Prague, which ended fairly disastrously, about as worse as it could have, save the gulag. PENULTIMATE NIGHT. Went to Chris’ studio, he’s onto something. So much more to explore. Painting and writing are very similar–if you know what you’re doing, you’re doing it wrong. It’s just hard to break free from the tradition, because that’s what you like, what inspires you. It is the flame you’re passing on, and yet you have to extinguish it in order to let your eyes adjust to the darkness. Then relight it.

Meeting Evy tomorrow. He’s bringing the girl, I’m bringing the camel and the goats. At the well. When the shadows are two spans long. Buy passport photos. Keep them in a hidden pocket, so that when someone runs into me, it’ll explode and hundreds of little pictures of me will float like confetti from the sky.

By Daniel Ryan Adler

Daniel Adler writes fiction and nonfiction and is finishing his MFA at University of South Carolina.


  1. If its too easy, then its probably not very good. A friend of mine said ‘you’ve got to feel the friction in order to get hot.’ I think thats very true, and its painfully obvious when artists reach a point in their career when their work comes easily.

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