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James Dufficy is an old friend who lives in London. He can observe the farce that is america from afar, or across a puddle anyway. I envy all of my friends who live...
Read MoreJames Dufficy is an old friend who lives in London. He can observe the farce that is america from afar, or across a puddle anyway. I envy all of my friends who live...
Read MoreWhen my old friend Matthew Tolley was found dead, at the age of 35 (I think, the year escapes me now), in his Brooklyn apartment, it sent a wave through the Barzakh...
Read MoreLast year Tim Congdon, a renegade poet and impresario who lived for a while in Ithaca, contacted me about participating in a poetry project to aid in the reconstruction...
Read MoreI began reading The Anatomy of Melancholy on the recommendation of Ford Maddox Ford, who praised it in The March of Literature. He mentions that another of his favorite...
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