June 9th, 2009
Writers always envy artists, would trade places with them in a moment if they could. The painter’s life seems less ascetic, less monkish, less hunched. Instead of the austere mess of the desk there is the chaos of the studio: dirty coffee cups, paint-smudged cassette decks, drawings of the artist’s girlfriend, naked, on the walls… In the age of the computer the writer’s office or study will increasingly resemble the customer service desk of an ailing small business. The artist’s studio, though, is still what it has always been: an erotic space. For the writer the artist’s studio is, essentially a place where women undress.

“Out of Sheer Rage” by Geoff Dyer, a real gem of a book.

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    Hello, I’m Rachel.:Marisa Marisa Marisa
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    She refers to “Out of Sheer Rage” by Geoff Dyer, a real gem of a book.
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    Am Not a Painter (Frank O’Hara)...am not a painter,...poet....
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