As the new year dawns, I’m in my usual mode of hunkering down, avoiding the drunken subway scene and forced gaiety that is NYE in NYC — and just TRY and get a cab or car service there and back without it being a royal pain. So either there’s something romantic going on at home, […]
As a person who’s got books coming out of her ears, the idea of shelfies, or pics of your books – a phenomena I observed on social media long before I heard the term – is appealing if also strange. A couple summers ago when I did a piece for Huffpo, inviting a number of […]
(In the name love and friendship….) From John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men, 1937, on the death of Lennie: The little evening breeze blew over the clearing and the leaves rustled and the wind waves flowed up the green pool. And the shouts of men sounded again, this time much closer than before. George took […]
“I’m not a conceptual artist, more like an intuitive anarchist.” – Jana Boková I’m half way through Reinaldo Arenas’ The Palace of The White Skunks, 1982, and totally enraptured. It made me look up his poetry. That led to my discovery of this clip from the documentary Havana, 1990, by the Czech-born director Jana Boková […]
Happy Birthday, Albert Camus! 100 years old today…a centenarian. I memorized this phrase from The Plague, 1947, years ago for some reason, (its tautological veracity, I suppose): “There is a terrible cogency in the self-evident”, and well there is, isn’t there? You can read the book free online here! Given its meditations on mortality and […]
Feeling sick tonite so yesterday was more than an extended hangover (no wonder it seemed so intense!)…must be coming down with something. So here’s a screen shot of what’s open in my browser at this moment, which is all I can muster. Notational writing. Actually, I’ve got a whole book of screen shots going back […]
