Jose Padua: On Reaching Into My Pocket For What Keeps Me Alive
Forty years ago during Easter Sunday dinner when our family friend advises us during a discussion of the state of things, “Never trust the police,” I look at his white … Continue reading
August 22, 2014 · Leave a comment
Jose Padua: A Life of Uncontrollable Urges (or Tourette’s and the Writing Life)
On a recent Sunday afternoon, as I pushed a cart in the aisle between the checkout counters and the racks of men’s shirts at Walmart, the song that went though … Continue reading
August 21, 2014 · Leave a comment
Jose Padua: Why Drunken Poets Need to Procreate
If it were somehow obligatory that I sum up my existence with a single sentence—or perhaps with just a phrase and a simple image—I’d be at a loss. I would, … Continue reading
August 19, 2014 · 1 Comment
Jose Padua: That Point Where Age and Confusion Approach the Meaning of the Universe
I wonder, sometimes, what difference it would have made if, in my younger years I had gotten the foundation of my education in the art of film solely by renting … Continue reading
August 9, 2014 · Leave a comment
