About

My name is Mark Schroeder. I’m a serial entrepreneur (3 companies), former academic (taught Comparative Literature/Digital Design at the University of Colorado), writer (my first novel, The Book of Margery Kempe, due Jan 2012), bibliophile (best job I ever had was at Argosy in New York), trekker of the Camino (peregrino!), lover of Carla the Muse, Rosie, Maya, running at Bandelier and in Parc Guell, XC-skiing at Peaceful Valley, the smell of pinon smoke at night in Santa Fe, the morning view of the Flatirons in Boulder, taking tea in the Sultanahmet,  kriya, all kinds of java, smoothies, conversation with friends, animals (Lily, Quito, and Honey), the violin of Claude Chalhoub, the oud of Anouar Brahem, the cello of Adam Hurst, the sultriness of  Federico Abele and Gotan Project, the exoticness of Mercan Dede, the lyric historicity of Loreena Mckennitt, the apocalypse of RadioHead, the yearning of U2’s October, the scope of Thievery Corp, the nostalgic drift of Satie, the sullenness of Hope Sandoval, the lushness of Terrence Malik, the starkness of Breaking the Waves, the cane of James Joyce, the cape and hat of Ezra Pound, old letters (perferably framed and with a picture), political posters (Russian, 1930s), the Taos School, Furst, Kerr, Dowling et. al who do such a good job on Europe 1930-45, the lyricism of McCann, the tersness of Haruf, the innateness of Dylan Thomas, and of course the voices, the voices of Margery, John, Arthur, Janie, Margaret, Bill, Ambrose, Hurrem, Suleiman, Pietro, Francesco, Friedrich, Albert, The Cat, Turner, Caine, V, Cho Hee, Tico and Manny, all of those voices that visit in the night. Where would I be with without you?

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