Gabriel Lundeen

UC Santa Barbara, Florida State University, Tom Waits School of Battered Symphonies and Chicken Wire

Adult Services Librarian

American Library Association

literature, writing, film, the meaning of it all, chaos and order, libraries, infinite ramblings of the ever-curious mind

recent reads: Adventures in the Screen Trade, Superman: Birthright, Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, the Sideways shooting script

Star Wars, Natural Born Killers, Before Sunrise, Waking Life, What The Bleep Do We Know?, Smoke, Videodrome, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Seven Samurai, Tranformers: The Movie, Chasing Amy

Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell, Tom Waits, Van Morrison, Beth Orton, Mos Def and Kweli, John Coltrane, Beck, Nick Cave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Stooges, my own heartbeat

Nip/Tuck and baseball games are the only things that have me pondering getting cable

in my secret life there are no secrets, only lives

in my secret life i have overcome the desire to appear a hero

in my secret life i eat one meal a day, in the middle of the afternoon, usually consisting of a considerably larger-than-average sandwich, full of meat and cheeses and all the natural human character of good bread, and this is all the food i require. in my secret life i live to hunger. therein lies the pleasure, in merely thinking of food.

in my secret life you never happened, only to happen over and over again

in my secret life you still smile like that little girl discovering gardens full of mystery, and no one could ever wipe that smile away

in my secret life i can read three books at once. i write 73 novels a year, covering all genres, all under pseudonyms, achieving blanketing dominance over all bookshelves, garage sales, library booksales and remainder piles.

in my secret life only one of these books achieves best-seller status, catapulting me to exactly one year of extremely prosperous fame only to slingshot me back to obscurity with reputation and anonymity intact

in my secret life i was born into clouds, of water and smoke and dream

in my secret life there is an answer at the end. it is definitive. and yes, you were right all along. and i never knew the wiser.

in my secret life i only write one book. it is 8000 pages, and it is only read by the one i love, who drinks of every word and opens worlds with her fingertips

in my secret life the future does not feel futile. there is nothing but the future, only future forever and ever

in my secret life there is no filter. i say everything i feel

in my secret life there is no editor. the books come out whole from my head, as though giving birth. it is every bit as painful, the process, but only a fraction as gratifying as a child's birth, because my children never grow. that is why i must have so many children, because their faults are all my own and have no means of

kindred spirits