A Belly Full of Frogs
Mind and Body: The Anatomy of Melancholy It is natural, at this time of year, with a fire burning and snow through the night and Saturnine skies, to turn to Burton for...
Read MoreMind and Body: The Anatomy of Melancholy It is natural, at this time of year, with a fire burning and snow through the night and Saturnine skies, to turn to Burton for...
Read MoreThomas Hardy These are perfect sonnets by the master. His thought is crabbed, his metre a little eccentric at times, so that he reminds me of Emily Dickinson, but also...
Read MoreTim Congdon Tim sent me this in February of 2008. I will miss him. He ‘tore through the iron gates of time’. My love to Zach, who lost a father. The rest of us lost...
Read MoreThis is a quixotic post, more personal than I usually do, and really, it’s just a signal sent out into the void, hoping for contact with anyone who lived at 3...
Read MoreStuds Terkel used to describe himself as a radical conservative. Radical, in the sense of ‘root’, and conservative, in the sense of preserving this root. I am...
Read MoreOver at Cahiers de Corey Josh has a post about poetry that just depresses the hell out of me, though maybe it’s just the jolly season that has me so down. He seems to...
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