I am in here.
I thought the blogosphere could do without me for a day or so… So we had lunch with our friend Albert and went to a show of Elizabeth Nourse‘s works. She was from Cincinnati, born just before the Civil War started. Impressionist, close friend of Mary Cassatt. She died in the early 1930’s, I think… … Continue reading Saturday
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. — Carl Sandburg
I have lived all my life within the sound of these trains… Sometimes, every few years, I have to write about them to make the sound of them quit haunting me. But it isn’t nearly time again for that yet.
“The Satanic Verses (Bestselling Backlist)” (Salman Rushdie)
