By Jack Canfora It's sooo on brand for 2020 that it's a Leap Year. No, no, 365 days weren't enough for this Annus Horribilis (and yes, you'd better believe I triple checked the spelling on that first word): it was so overflowing with awfulness, so teeming with terribleness, so rife with wretchedness, it needed an... Continue Reading →
By Jack Canfora To be an artist or writer means to become intimately, and more often than not, quite frequently acquainted with rejection. Fortunately, I have become somewhat inured to rejection due to a rigorous immersion in it in middle school. Still, some rejections can sting a bit regardless of how many girls laughed at... Continue Reading →
By Jack Canfora John Lennon was 40 when he was killed; that murder took place 40 years ago today. I spent most of my teenage years trying to be John Lennon; eventually I realized that position was permanently filled. The whole band (you know who I’m talking about, right?) grabbed my imagination and still hasn’t... Continue Reading →
By Jack Canfora As I awoke this morning from uneasy dreams I found myself transformed in my bed into a gigantic insect. No. Nope. Wait. Sorry, that wasn't me. It was Gregor Samsa. Not me. I'm constantly getting the two of us confused. It's led to some pretty wacky situations, as you can well imagine.... Continue Reading →
By Jack Canfora Everything changes at the holidays, even seminal works of literature. (Gatsby in his mansion, alone, disconsolate.) Gatsby: Daisy chose Tom over me. It can’t be. It can’t. (The phone rings. Picks it up.) Daisy?Gatsby’s Wise Yet Hitherto Unmentioned Uncle: Well, it’s been a long time since anyone’s called me Daisy. No, it’s... Continue Reading →
...it's hard at times (today being one such instance) not view my life as little more than the sum total of my mistakes.
By Jack Canfora "The quality of mercy," wrote The Bard in his anti-Semitic romantic romp, The Merchant of Venice, "is not strained." However, in my experience, the quality of mercy is often very strained indeed. Strained past to the point I think that, despite intense physical therapy, it may be out for the season. I... Continue Reading →
Even those whose worldview we find must repugnant and alienating are, deep down, also come from a place of fear and alienation. I try to remember that. And that's at least something in common.