tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729485724108883042024-03-14T04:32:16.518-07:00Write Out Of My Head by Arthur RoschI love writing. I revere the use of language as an instrument for seeking the truth about life. My books are downloadable and the paperback editions will be appearing soon. Click on the links at the right side of this page. Peruse this blog, it's loaded with music, photography and writing. Hey, sign up for my email list!Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.comBlogger259125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-57676756237929107352022-08-09T08:23:00.001-07:002022-08-09T21:56:57.180-07:00Car Disasters of 2019 or Bad Fortune Cookies
I was
driving sixty miles an hour on Southbound 101 when the car abruptly died. It was my nightmare fantasy come true. My trusty '98 Jeep just stopped.
The radio went off, all the gauges slid to zero and I was Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-3938813632174228042022-08-08T21:50:00.000-07:002022-08-09T17:01:38.165-07:00Casinos and Native Americans: The Trickster Strikes Again
In
spite of a genocide of unthinkable proportions, the Native Americans are still
here. They continue to guard and revive
their languages, their cultures and traditions. A hundred and fifty years ago, they were snatched from their way
of life, their children were sent to government schools and ceased being Native
Americans as we knew them. Their lands
were stolen, Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-48227659744112129572021-07-15T12:30:00.001-07:002023-02-12T13:23:09.286-08:00Ten Cogent Factors About Aging (Part One)
1. I can never remember the name of Justin Bieber. Wait a minute: Julian Bieber? Justin Bieberman?
2. I forgot number two.
Can we go on to Number Three?
3.By carefully calibrating my array of bad habits, I can
time my death so that I don't grow too old.
4.Sex isn't as important any more. I don't spend my days behaving like a demented bloodhood who's
caught the Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-59481247302162924222021-06-14T13:31:00.009-07:002021-06-16T21:17:20.016-07:00Jazz Piano: A Love Affair With Pianists<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-35361220131360200132019-04-17T11:08:00.003-07:002019-04-17T11:08:39.382-07:00What's So Secret About The Secret?
What's so Secret About The
Secret?
They're
everywhere. There are thousands of
would-be gurus, life coaches, revealers of new techniques, New Age formulators
of ways to help you empower yourself, to get what you really want out of life. They're all offering you a way out of your
problems. Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-44290230224860475282019-02-22T22:55:00.000-08:002020-03-01T21:38:13.973-08:00It Don't Rub Off
Feb 22, 2019
More and more each day
my life looks like a stage set.
Props
my green rubber key chain,
the white bowl from which
I eat Cheerios.
More and more it looks less real;
it's nothing like I wanted, not at all.
It's more like a joke that's on me, the opposite
of my desires. It
waits to see
if I'll laugh. I do;
I laugh. It's so silly, wanting,
but it can't beArt Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-42388922775232272512018-11-30T12:00:00.000-08:002018-11-30T12:22:04.484-08:00Superman On Prozac: Two ChaptersThis is the total of the MS I've written until someone with proprietary rights hires me to write the book/screenplay/comic/etc.
The New Superman
Arthur Rosch
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Superman was awakened by the
buzzing of his iphone. It was still in the utility belt of his tights. Now it vibrated against his butt cheek,
bringing him out of a deep dreamless sleep.
The fact that theArt Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-82232503491049546372018-11-22T12:18:00.000-08:002018-11-23T07:38:41.223-08:00A Review of THE GODS OF THE GIFT
This review was published in the Blog, "Writing To Be Read"
by Kaye Lynn Booth. I think she nails it pretty well! It can be found here: Writing To Be Read review of The Gods Of The Gift
"The Gods of the Gift is a space adventure reminiscent of Gilgamesh,
the legend of Atlantis, and Bilbo’s journey combined into a
universal odyssey of epic proportions. From the planet/Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-21695529431758161972018-11-06T05:12:00.000-08:002018-11-06T07:39:44.998-08:00Bankruptcy Blues (from The Road Has Eyes)
Bankruptcy Blues
One morning I woke up, did some
simple addition and concluded that I was thirty seven thousand dollars in
credit card debt. I still had six
thousand to go on my car loan, so that made a debt load of forty three thousand
dollars. How could this happen? I’m legally single and without
Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-30644398640131420222018-10-18T09:12:00.000-07:002020-04-05T14:31:56.098-07:00Interviewed By A Fish
Interview with author Art Rosch conducted by
General Stonewall Jackson Cichlid
A note from Art Rosch:
One day I was passing the fish tanks in a large pet store. I hadn't intended to buy a fish. The idea was absurd, as we were then planning Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-40033909896304439632018-09-11T16:34:00.000-07:002018-09-12T22:52:09.084-07:00Fourteen Reasons To Read "Confessions Of An Honest Man"
Regarding CONFESSIONS OF AN HONEST MAN.
Read this book if you like dark edgy humor.
Read this book if you want to be touched by a character who bucks the odds
and wins.
Read this book if you’ve had an addiction, compulsion or neurosis that
really messed up your life.
Read this book if you love jazz or if music has played an important
role in your life.
Read this book if you were Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-18959415021971450572018-08-29T16:30:00.000-07:002018-08-29T16:38:56.801-07:00I won Honorable Mention! Here's Writer's Digest Review of my novel, CONFESSIONS OF AN HONEST MAN
I paid $99 to enter my e-book into the Writer's Digest Self Published Book Competition. I would say that I got my money's worth. I received Honorable Mention. It wasn't the DREAM PRIZE, $5,000 and an agency contract, plus a lot of major attention. The review tells me that the reviewer understood the book's basic theme. The only thing he missed is how often the book isArt Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-10488961080305299702018-08-09T10:13:00.000-07:002018-08-09T16:24:00.331-07:00Start With "Crazy"
The U.S. Of A resembles one giant dysfunctional family. Those on the left regard their cousins on
the right as malignant idiots. Those on
the right regard their cousins on the left as elitist saboteurs of
democracy. The squabbling is
endless. Tempers flare, voices are
raised. Weapons are brandished and occasionally they are used to murder people.
Before Donald Trump Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-57317889305763203022018-06-08T14:32:00.001-07:002018-11-23T08:29:57.391-08:00The Pet Psychic SpeaksThose of you who haven't read my Travel Memoir, "THE ROAD HAS EYES" don't know that I have spent the last twenty years living with a woman who is called a Pet Psychic. She doesn't call herself anything. Or, needing a label, she calls herself an Animal Empath. I have learned to trust her on these matters by witnessing countless demonstrations of her unusual abilities. Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-41139518720099904462018-05-08T15:50:00.000-07:002018-05-09T16:07:22.242-07:00A Cat Heals An Autistic Man
This is Cookie
One day we found out that an autistic
man was going to move in next door. I
should remind you that we live in an RV.
We rent a site with power and plumbing, but sometimes we have to
compromise on privacy. Our south side,
our lounge-and-relax area under the awning,Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-7228471404247117592018-04-04T08:39:00.001-07:002021-01-18T11:30:28.658-08:00Let's Start With Crazy
The U.S. Of A resembles one giant dysfunctional family. Those on the left regard their cousins on
the right as ignorant boobs. Those on
the right regard their cousins on the left as stuck-up nincompoops. The squabbling is endless. Tempers flare, voices are raised. So long as we avoid doing violence to one
another, this is a healthy condition. It's the Great Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-88938569979339151612017-12-30T19:27:00.000-08:002017-12-30T19:28:32.558-08:00Does My Writing....Suck?
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Maybe my writing sucks.
Maybe it's that simple. Maybe my
writing is trite and boring.
I must pose this question if I'm to be rigorously honest: Am I that bad? My books, are they not worth reading? They don't sell. Not even
a little. They just don't sell. I did some marketing. I won an Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-64499227321900624302017-12-07T13:49:00.001-08:002017-12-07T18:13:39.677-08:00Lost: One Male Libido
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LOST: ONE
MALE LIBIDO
This libido
(center figure) was last seen on December 31, 2016. It is approximately ten feet tall,
six feet wide and four feet deep. It has between twelve and twenty horns
of various descriptions. It's covered in long brown fur and has eyes all
the way around its cylindrical body. The Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-12647830204056902372017-03-11T00:32:00.000-08:002017-04-09T23:07:37.478-07:00The Ironic And The Absurd
March 9, 2017
We
were watching TV and there was a commercial for the network series The
Bachelorette. The ad featured three
girls, three Bachelorettes. Girl One
said, "I love horses." (video of girl with hair blowing in wind,
saddled on a gorgeous animal). Girl Two said, "I rescue animals and I
rehabilitateArt Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-621570362914400112017-02-27T09:44:00.000-08:002018-04-16T15:02:21.750-07:00The First Time I Cried In Ten Years
Rahsaan Roland Kirk in all his glory
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When I was sixteen years old, I was passionate
about Jazz. Passionate!
My passion for jazz was so crazy that I left home the day after I graduated high school I was going on a quest. I had two hundred
dollars in my pocket when I stepped onto the ramp of I-80 and Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-29623361102588731482016-12-29T15:18:00.002-08:002018-03-16T22:13:24.047-07:00About My Book, CONFESSIONS OF AN HONEST MAN
Old School. That's what this is, this book about a dysfunctional family that begins in 1957 and carries the reader through to the present day. I started this book in 1976. In '78 I made a splash by winning Best Short Story Award from Playboy Magazine. I signed with an agent and there was a lot of interest in this book. I had lunches with my editor in New York City. It was classic Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672948572410888304.post-52032795157953571132016-08-10T08:23:00.002-07:002019-01-03T10:16:11.376-08:00Car Disasters of 2016 or Bad Fortune Cookies
I was
driving sixty miles an hour on Southbound 101 when the car abruptly died. It was my nightmare fantasy come true. My heretofore trusty '98 Jeep just stopped.
The radio went off, all the gauges slid to zero and I Art Roschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372735901771660621noreply@blogger.com0