Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

I used to carry a composition notebook in which to write and I was often out at small clubs late at night listening to music while I would write my little notes in my horrible little scribble. On more than … Continue reading →

When I’m at my most loving, which is incredibly rare, I will examine why I am so vitriolic in my judgement and impatience with Henry Spartan and try to give myself a chance to justify my unfair rude behavior toward … Continue reading →

The Doric columns in the park stand tall, showing what civilization could be while human beings mewl underneath it showing what civilization is. It is a beautiful day but the people are never satisfied with what is before them and … Continue reading →

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Thank you, yes. Breathing helps, got it. I appreciate you, yeah. No, I think I’ve got it under control. OK. Let’s try communicating again (Thanks for the paper bag, by the way)! We can communicate with one another by saying … Continue reading →

After realizing I’m doing all right in my last piece I’ve calmed down quite a bit. I realized since I’m communicating, everything’s going all right. So what’re we up to? Wanna make a banana cream pie? I dunno how but … Continue reading →

In my efforts to communicate I’ve entered the present tense and have found little better rewards. Why does this have to be so hard? Fuck. Shit. Damn! Well, cursing hasn’t done the trick either. Daggone it! Allright, I’ve driven off … Continue reading →

And then he began to struggle. He found he had nothing to say on the subject he’d selected to say quite a bit about as if he opted to write a thesis in a language he didn’t know. What he … Continue reading →

In a flash it came to him: It was all about communication. Everything he was writing was about it all writing was about it – hell, all writing was a form of it. He would dedicate all his artistic efforts … Continue reading →

You say our days are over. We had our time; we enjoyed our span. I say what are you talking about? How can it end? We never really began! We have started something special. We are living as potential. You … Continue reading →