I am in here.
Poetry is a dumb Buddha who thinks a donkey is as important as a diamond. Denial, repression, all those psychological adaptations we developed in childhood were ways of not being there, because being there was too painful. Writing demands that we cut through and be where we are, like a cat gripping the side of … Continue reading qotd
Image by Getty Images via Daylife One thing about this year’s Man Booker award process just struck me as I was sitting here waiting for my doctor’s appointment (regular checkup, nothing scary): there were three women up for the prize. And in none of the commentary that I saw was it mentioned that three women … Continue reading The state of women in British Literature.
Talking Heads via last.fm I have invented a new holiday: #musicfriday. I am today revisiting favorites from when I was a DJ in college… And, heck, a few others from when I wasn’t in college.
Listening to Miles Davis on blip.fm, and up pops a notice: if I add my zipcode, I can find out when Miles Davis is playing near me. Now, that would be something to hear. But I shall leave you with some Charles Mingus…
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