Archive for April, 2008

  • You turn your thoughts away from your own yard, grand­chil­dren skip­ping rope and toss­ing balls. The bell rings and you’re run­ning down the halls of the old school past frog-faced...

    Rust Belt

    Posted on April 5, 2008 | No Comments
    You turn your thoughts away from your own yard, grand­chil­dren skip­ping rope and toss­ing balls. The bell rings and you’re run­ning down the halls of the old school past frog-faced...

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  • In the tiny beat­niky ham­let of Sausal­ito, just across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Fran­cisco, in the very late for­ties and in the early fifties was a pop­u­lar cof­fee­house...

    An Evening with Salvador Dali and Dylan Thomas

    Posted on April 1, 2008 | No Comments
    In the tiny beat­niky ham­let of Sausal­ito, just across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Fran­cisco, in the very late for­ties and in the early fifties was a pop­u­lar cof­fee­house...

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  • Like a wave rebounded, in spume off rocks though slowly slowly almost still or imper­cep­ti­bly astir, that white fume, that cloud along the mountain. Like manta rays I’ve seen on...

    Tides

    Posted on April 1, 2008 | No Comments
    Like a wave rebounded, in spume off rocks though slowly slowly almost still or imper­cep­ti­bly astir, that white fume, that cloud along the mountain. Like manta rays I’ve seen on...

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  • Jean-Paul Sartre was a lit­tle toad of a man, but he said one mem­o­rable thing: L’enfer c’est les autres. Other peo­ple are a hell­ish dis­trac­tion, a vam­piric and par­a­sit­i­cal drain...

    Age Quod Agis

    Posted on April 1, 2008 | No Comments
    Jean-Paul Sartre was a lit­tle toad of a man, but he said one mem­o­rable thing: L’enfer c’est les autres. Other peo­ple are a hell­ish dis­trac­tion, a vam­piric and par­a­sit­i­cal drain...

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