Friends, Milestone Art Collective is ecstatic to announce the release of Radiate, a brand new collection of poems from Sean L Corbin!
This extremely limited edition, locally-made, grass-fed organic book of verse will be offered exclusively on MilestoneArtCollective.com, and will be priced at $12.00 flat–yes, that includes tax and shipping. Just go to the “Commerce” tab and find the link for PayPal and card payments. Shipping will begin December 8.
Here’s a taste of Radiate, the opening piece in the collection, “Apology.”
This is a collection of sense, all or non. This is a life caught between fracturing and regeneration. This is an attempt at LANGUAGE AS PURE THOUGHT. This is the bipolar mind: philosophical grandiosity and spiritual destitution. This is meditation, despair, origin, HOPE.
Radiate will be available for order by noon today, December 1.
Special thanks to Elisabeth Hall and John Garcia to their continued patronage and support. To find out how you can support the Milestone Art Collective on a regular basis, check out our Patreon page! And while you’re ordering Radiate, enjoy our other available art work on the Commerce page.
Hey buddies! We wanted to give a quick update regarding our Patreon page. Today we’ve published a newer, streamlined set of Patron Tiers ($5, $10, or $25) for supporting Milestone on a monthly basis. Each tier comes with some cool perks, and we’re working on a few more to add to the bunch. ALSO: you can, of course, make one-time donations of any amount you choose. Just follow the directions you find at the link below.
We’ll have new work for sale right here on the homepage in the next week or so, just in time for the holidays. Be sure to check out our work, our services, and our mission, and remember that every bit of support helps and is deeply appreciated. Onward!
I believe you should always celebrate successes. I set a personal best with over 3700 words today, and am a climax and epilogue away from finishing this incredibly rough first draft. So we’re dancing, and eating kung pao.
This has been a steady march, consistent mostly in its day-to-day inconsistency, yet still seeing a gentle incline of progress as the days and months have gone by. I have no idea if this thing is any good or not. Frankly, gun to head, I’d have to lean toward “incredibly flawed” at best. But the best part of this novel experiment has proven to be not necessarily the quality of the work that pours out stream-of-consciousness style just begging to be edited, but just the fact that I’ve stuck with the goddamn thing. Again, don’t know if it’ll ever see a shelf on a bookstore, but I really feel like the foundation is being built for something of mine to get there some day, even if it is this gnarly beast of a thing we call fiction.
Find your working relationship with what truly makes you happy. Maximize the pursuits at which you are most suited and talented. Know joy and peace through art. And write about zombie catfish jumping out of the dry earth. It’s what’s working for me.
Total Word Count So Far (after edits, all days included, blah-blah):17,319
I took a mental break from the novel because sometimes a creative project reaches up and grabs you by the asshole and says “This isn’t working let’s see other people” and you have to decide if you’re going to give up or try to work things out in couple’s therapy or a workshop at the Carnegie Center. This happens to me all the time, a lot with paintings, not so much with poetry, definitely any other prose or art project in general. I’m a fragile fucking bird, folks, and so are my works.
The novel was saved by Amanda (as was, of course, most of my life). She gave me the best feedback I could ask for – this is good, keep going. And she laughed at some of the jokes, which at this point in my life is really all I need.
So today’s burst of words in my return to the project is dedicated to Amanda Kelley Corbin, artist extraordinaire, pretty thang, and brilliant co-founder of Milestone.
You need a trusted reader/audience, an Ideal Reader as Stephen King says. I have several, some for certain genres, others for…others. But you need at least one trusted voice, someone who can be supportive and honest. Not your mother or father, even if parental praise can be like crack cocaine, and not your children, and not total strangers either, but people who can at least understand your wavelength or goals.
Total Word Count So Far (after edits, all days included, blah-blah):15,652
In my last post I wrote the following:
In other news, I’ve been more bananas the last couple of days. I’ll say this: they’re tasty.
Now, obviously there’s a typo. Tasty should say fucking wild. Oh, and I’ve been eating more bananas, although I’m a huge fan of this typo version. This is the fun of editing.
Today’s writing actually went fast and smooth, like a good well-fibered poop, but it was broken into two shifts, like a much more unfortunate poop. A large percentage of today’s writing was a longish sequence of pure dialogue—no attributes or identifiers outside of the spoken words, and between a man, a deer man, a bird man, and a cat who is in fact a cat named Neil. I’m hoping, when I come back to it in the next draft, it still seems like a good idea, and not just the pure laziness oozing out of my every pore that I fear it to be.
Metallica’s S&M2 is kinda rocking the shit out of it for me. Not as balls-out rocking as the first one, but they actually do some different things here. Check out “The Iron Foundry.” Oh, and only Brad Puckett and Nick Woods will get this (maybe Ben Ivan too), but every time I hear “Confusion” from this album