As poetry month continues I opine on The Waste Land . A must read if you’ve not yet had the opportunity. Most of us read the version with Eliot’s original notes interspersed, the publisher squeezing the poet’s life story in on the side, in between paragraphs, or via endless footnotes. …
People Are Strange
People are strange when you’re a stranger Faces look ugly when you’re alone Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted Streets are uneven when you’re down Ordered an early birthday present. Makes a nice night shirt. I’m too old for posters. Anything Doors works for poetry month, yes? When you’re strange …
Friends
Continuing poetry month…music is sometimes poetry. Sometimes not, but you got to give credit to creativity and truth. It’s the weekend. Enjoy your Friends. [Audio clip: view full post to listen] Friends sing together Friends do things together Friends laugh together Friends make graphs together Friends help you when you’re …
Grant Us Peace: Poetry, Music, Wine, And The New Year
No “best of” list here. No looking back. The intelligent among us (you dear reader, myself included), look back often enough throughout the year to preclude the need for a special end of the year analysis. We reflect endlessly, and not in selfish isolation. Whether it be at lunches, dinners …
Happy Halloween
Each night father fills me with dread As he sits at the foot of my bed I don’t mind that he speaks In gibbers and squeaks But for seventeen years he’s been dead. From The Listing Attic, Edward Gorey. Circa 1954. For some gory Gorey, see my Compulsions. Happy Halloween. …
