To write my last post I had to look up the cast of It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World. I came across an amusing bit from the script. Terry Thomas, playing his usual upper-crust Englishman equal parts outraged and dastardly, serves up this rant on an American obsession: “As far as I can [...]
Archive for February, 2012
A Preposterous Preoccupation
Posted in A preposterous preoccupation, tagged cancer, culture, feminism, health, humor, movies, poetry, women on February 28, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Moby Drink
Posted in A New Lifestyle, James Tate, tagged Ash Wednesday, coffee, culture, Lent, life, obsession, poetry, random on February 23, 2012 | 4 Comments »
A New Lifestyle by James Tate People in this town drink too much coffee. They’re jumpy all the time. You see them drinking out of their big plastic mugs while they’re driving. They cut in front of you, they steal your parking places. Teenagers in the cemeteries knocking over tombstones are slurping [...]
Bingeing on Valentine’s Day
Posted in Bingeing on Valentine's Day, Elf business, tagged culture, life, love, poetry, random, relationships, Valentines Day on February 14, 2012 | 2 Comments »
Yesterday I listened to an anti-Valentine’s Day show on the radio. Then I read an anti-anti-Valentine’s Day advice column. What’s with all the hating on my second favorite holiday of the year? Valentine’s Day is about love. That’s all there is to it. Yeah, love! It doesn’t have to be romantic love or hot [...]
Don’t go confidently in the direction of your dreams
Posted in Christina Rossetti, Mirage, tagged culture, life, poetry, random, romance, Valentines Day on February 9, 2012 | 2 Comments »
MIRAGE by: Christina Rossetti THE hope I dreamed of was a dream, Was but a dream; and now I wake Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, For a dream’s sake. I hang my harp upon a tree, A weeping willow in a lake; I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and [...]
A brace against boredom
Posted in Gray Room, Wallace Stevens, tagged culture, health, life, poetry, random on February 1, 2012 | 5 Comments »
Gray Room by Wallace Stevens Although you sit in a room that is gray, Except for the silver Of the straw-paper, And pick At your pale white gown; Or lift one of the green beads Of your necklace, To let it fall; Or gaze at your green fan Printed with the red branches [...]
