Lynne DeSilva-Johnson
Website: http://lunaparker.blogspot.com
Profile: Brooklyn native, of late absconded to the Hudson Valley in search of blessed unrest by the shores of the river that flows both ways. Will have a sailing license sooner than a driver's one. Has a tendency for costume, soup in all seasons, and scavenging for fiddlehead ferns. Deep believer in citizen journalism. All around gadabout, tortured/reticent academic, teacher of writing and philosophy to undergrads at CCNY, prefers pin-striped man pajamas, likes hats and typesetting. "I have never quite succeeded in getting used to existence, whether it be the existence of the world or of other people, or above all of myself. Sometimes it seems to me that the forms of life are suddenly emptied of their contents, reality is unreal, words are nothing but sounds bereft of sense, these houses and this sky are no longer anything but facades concealing nothing, people appear to be moving automatically and without reason; everything seems to melt into thin air, everything is threatened -- myself included -- by a silent and imminent collapse into I know not what abyss, where there is no more night or day. What magic power still holds it all together? And what does it mean...? And yet here I am..." //Eugene Ionesco //