For the past eight and a half months I have been writing a novel. I have written a novel before, but it was not for the light of day. I did not know how to write a novel so I spent two years working on it after work, on weekends and in my spare time,… Continue reading How to Write a Novel
My legs felt strong after sitting all afternoon as I walked up the hill past the white lady, past the bald man, inhaling the smell of incense giving way to bull shit, then the bull, long black hairs on its penis and shit caked to its hind, I thought of what the 68-year old woman… Continue reading Daniel Adler Gets a Better Sense of Reality
As I previously noted I’m staying in the best hostel in Berlin, which is largely due to the area and the people staying here. The other night I saw that girl with the floral patch on her bag walk in and kind of smile at me and I followed her into the kitchen and asked… Continue reading How Do You Say “Piece Of Ass” In German?
At work today, a Mr. Duffy pronouncedly shamed me by stating that I was from Portland, when all well know my humble beginnings in Brooklyn make me largely who I am. “How old were you when you lived in Portland?” the porcine lout asked. “I was ten, I lived there until I was eighteen.” “Your formative years, when… Continue reading Why Daniel Adler’s From Brooklyn AND Portland
I was reading Of Human Bondage the other night after I met a pretty girl from Portland. Philip described the paintings of El Greco, specifically his “View and Plan of Toledo, as those which led him to understand that life is about vivacity and virility. Only two of El Greco’s landscapes exist today. The one… Continue reading El Greco’s “View of Toledo”
This is a scene based on real life. It is written not as it happened, and I will now conclude this post postmodern prologue. It was after work and I was thirsty and I was pissed. I went to The Lantern on the corner of SE Morrison and 28th. The bar was dark and tiny.… Continue reading Post Postmodernism in Portland