Friday, January 29th, 2016
The cast. The space. The darkness. DRACULA.
We created this for the ones who came to share it with us, to enter the story, to walk down the stairs and give their energies and presence to the dark. So many thanks to our patrons, from me and from nerve!
[Cast photos: Rick Lieder. Installation photos: Rena Hopkins. DRACULA poster: Antichamber Design.]
Saturday, January 2nd, 2016
So it says on the snippet clipped and stuck to my desktop–the actual, physical desktop where I sit every day to write.
The chaos of making, when things work or don’t, when I try and succeed, when I try and try and fail, when I write a script or a story or a novel: hoping all the while that, if the conditions have been correctly created, and chaos allowed to do what it must, that beauty–hard beauty, fierce beauty, stealthy beauty, strange beauty–will emerge.
May all the chaos of this new year bring all the beauty it can, to all of us, to all the world.
[Image: “The Neglected Garden,” courtesy Rick Lieder.]
Friday, December 4th, 2015
Words are pleasure.
It’s so much fun to be read to, and to read aloud, why don’t we do it more often? The audience had a blast, and so did Robert Levy and I, at our KGB reading (listen for yourself!).
And a chance to talk about books I love, writers I admire, why I used to laugh at trilogies, with the erudite and down-to-earth Gil Roth for a conversation partner . . . All kinds of fun, this Virtual Memories podcast.
[Levy/Koja photo courtesy Ellen Datlow.]
Sunday, November 22nd, 2015
It’s a lot of fun, creating the bespoke editions of THE BASTARDS’ PARADISE: each inscribed with a personal note, and pages from my research materials, then individually bedecked in twine or velvet or torn silk; each with its one-of-a-kind memory box, a cache of the sweet clutter we keep to remind us of times that filled our hearts . . . And off goes the book on the road to its reader.
And the BASTARDS had great fun in NYC, with a launch reading at KGB that concluded with the first scene from UNDER THE POPPY, Istvan reunited with his love, Rupert: because that’s what these books are about, those circular leavings and greetings again, the journey that ends, always, with lovers meeting.
[Photo: Rick Lieder]
Sunday, October 25th, 2015
THE BASTARDS’ PARADISE preorder link is live: so I may meet you there, sending a book your way, creating a bespoke package for you . . . Creating each one-of-a-kind package, the book wrapped, the mementos chosen, is going to be a huge amount of fun.
Or we may meet at the World Fantasy Convention in Saratoga Springs, in the hallways or at the bar, or at my “Intoxication of Fantasy” gathering, where we’ll share the books that make us drunk with pleasure; I know I’ll be reading from Riddley Walker and A Dead Man in Deptford.
Or maybe we’ll meet at KGB Bar in NYC, where I’ll be doing a launch reading of THE BASTARDS’ PARADISE on November 18.
Or maybe we’ll meet when you tell me what you think of something I’ve written that you’ve read, whether you loved it or didn’t: through Facebook or Twitter or emailing me (kathe AT kathekoja dot com). Fierce readers, friends of the Poppy, lovers of intoxicating prose, get at me, let’s have that conversation, let’s visit Paradise together.
Friday, October 16th, 2015
Creators create, that’s a given. Words, music, motion, visuals: they make.
And appreciators appreciate, when what that creator’s made hits and pleases their own receptors: they read, listen, watch, attend; they take part with their energy, because art is a full contact sport.
Somewhere in this equation, there’s payment.
Creators pay with their lives (does that sound melodramatic? A life is made of days and hours; so is art). If you do appreciate a piece of art – if you want it to exist – you should pay for it. The forms that payment can take are varied, and the transaction ought to be satisfying: give till it hurts is bullshit. Give because it’s fun.
No one has to pay for art. No one has to have art. But if you do want it, then you know what to do: help it happen, make it happen. Pay for it.