c.clark
- Location
- bay area, California,
- Birthday
- February 26
- Title
- cclarkwrite@gmail.com
- Bio
- I don't think this box is big enough for your bio, Mark tells me. He has taken a sharpie marker from my desk and is doodling along the inside edge of his sneaker. I mean, really, he continues, how do you decide - in brief, mind you - what to put in it and what to reserve? *************************************
No one is in my office today, which means I can stand at the floor to ceiling windows for hours and watch the tilting of shadows. I look at Mark and frown with mild annoyance.
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It's not that I don't enjoy conversations like these with my brother. It's just that he's dead. D-e-a-d.
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And I suppose that's as good a bio as any.
MY RECENT POSTS
- the death of carlos fuentes
May 15, 2012 05:03PM - twenty years
October 27, 2011 01:30AM - forever young
April 10, 2011 01:07AM - in a dark, dark wood
April 07, 2011 02:22AM - magnify & multiply
February 28, 2011 01:30AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Told lies. Check. ALL
circumstantial evidence.
Check. No
DNA/Forensic
evidence. C…”
July 05, 2011 10:04PM - “The ending to this piece
is just perfect.”
April 13, 2011 05:02PM - “hi-larious. sending this
one out.”
January 05, 2011 04:07PM - “Hmmm . . . our lineage
is a difficult thing to get
across in
real life
conversati…”
July 07, 2010 11:57AM
C.clark's Links
- C. Clark on the Web:
- HTML Giant
- The Cherry Burn Facebook Fan Page
- C. Clark @ The Rumpus
the death of carlos fuentes
Carlos Fuentes
b. November 11, 1928 – d. May 15, 2012
May this stand as my tribute to you; may you never be lost to me.
C. Clark for The Rumpus.net, "The Last Book I Loved" published Mar. 7, 2011
Where we going?
Mark pulls off his t-shirt, tucks it at the back of his waistband, his exposed skin seared by the high afternoon sun. I keep walking as he stops to light a cigarette,… Read full post »
magnify & multiply
Why do you come to me with your questions, like you need me to tell you who to be? I do not pay attention to the musings of your little toy soldiers, I do not watch those playing cards as they flutter to your feet, and I certainly do not offer… Read full post »
collaborate and listen
what the eyes see
Technically, there is no limit to how far the human eye can see, and on a clear day from a vantage point high above sea level, one can just start to see the slightly downward curve of the earth. I think of those kinds of animals, who I held pity for… Read full post »
Mark wants to roll down the window. I tell him not to, which means he is going to roll it down anyway. Don't roll down the fucking window is the response I give him when he tries. He huffs and slumps down into the corner of the backseat of my mother's… Read full post »
you, the five star chefs
I've spent all this time investing in something unseen, you know, like a man dressed in black with a business opportunity.
Mark chuckles a bit, as if he's got the in on a joke. I wonder in that moment if it is love for my brother that keeps him here,… Read full post »
this is just where we go
Mark takes a long drag off his cigarette. He is sitting on the floor next to my old desk, back hunched like a question mark as he thumbs the edges of color-coordinated book spines tucked nearby on an old shelf. At the end of a row of neatly aligned black hard… Read full post »
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