Remembering Edward Dahlberg

Writing a book is like walking behind someone who’s doing most of the talking. The writer also happens to be a walker who feels he must catch up.

The following is a true story, an excerpt from my new work in progress titled, “The Hole in My Father’s Head.”

Yesterday or the day before, I was invited nowhere and even then I didn’t want to be there. However, my RSVP was returned in Returned Mail for lack of proper postage…

Edward Dahlberg wrote somewhere, “A painter can always hang his paintings; a writer can only hang himself.” William Carlos Williams wrote, “there are no ideas but in things.”