Jacob’s Ladder Then named Jacob, by his thigh deceived, Israel, on some god-hallowed eve Slept and dreamt of his progeny. He tangled god in his legs and arms, Pressed against the hardened Organ of the lord. Jacob grappled with god’s lather, And after, [...]
Bogeyman Sleepless nights like this, roaming the dark halls of someone’s home, suffers flashbacks of bogeyboy days, boy grades, and the stupid way he’d scare himself in bed–A- lone, so young and somewhere hi- ding in his very house, some- one very, very nice. Un- usual merry sounds chirp from the closet. Faint baking smells [...]
RIDDLE 45 A moth ate songs–wolfed words! That seemed a weird dish–that a worm Should swallow, dumb thief in the dark, The songs of a man, his chants of glory, Their place of strength. That thief-guest Was no wiser for having swallowed words. -from the 1000 year old Exeter Book
meyer lemons are here! there is nothing quite so delightful as tasting a bit of much needed sunshine in winter. because their appearance is fleeting, run out to the store right now and be fiscally irresponsible – buy as many as you can. they are an exquisite and delicious treat with a floral aroma and [...]
Jazz is a music of loss, by its very nature: largely improvised, a truly great performance may happen in a small club and not be recorded, lost forever to memory and time. Although many great studio and live records have documented great artists, great bands, great nights of music making, the specter of what has [...]
I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; [...]
Our good friend Murray Shugars has a new book out from Dos Madres Press, which has once again published the kind of book you want to hold and read and dog-ear and gift. Like the poems in his first book, Songs My Mother Never Taught Me (Dos Madres, 2010), these poems misbehave. These are gut-punch [...]
Here is a recent editorial from Philosophy Now: In the beginning was the word, so in the beginning there was little difference between literature and philosophy. Heraclitus and others were poets, Empedocles wrote in metre. Plato, well, Plato wrote brilliantly but didn’t like others doing the same … Confucius was mighty polished. Then, then the [...]
Several weeks ago, I had a conversation at Chase Public with the local painter Emil Robinson, who was describing the moment every child endures when, as a young artist (for all children are artists), a kind of measure is introduced against which he begins to weigh his drawings. This is when most children stop drawing. [...]
David Ruccio and Glenn Greenwald each draw our attention today to forgotten, overlooked, yet essential aspects of MLK’s legacy; radical economic and anti-militaristic world views. Hail to the King, Baby
Do You Ever Have That Look?
A Letter from the Librarian
Dave Brubeck, 1920-2012
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william Holzman: I saw Mr. Brubeck many times with the pops in Cinc...
Ben: This took me back to Eliot, who I had not read in ...
Doug: Another interesting note on Brubeck is that he was...
Murray Shugars: Danny: this one sings: Make lines, not wars.
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