Memory

Memories come flooding back, over the 30 intervening years, more than at any other reunion time. Perhaps it’s safe for them now. My intense need for poetry, for words. My absorption (the only word for it) of any poetry I came across, from cummings to Eliot, whom I was assured was too advanced for me. Continue reading Memory

Angel and stories

I idly pay a small fraction of my attention to tonight’s “Angel” episode – something about a Nazi sub during WWII (how early did that term originate: “WWII”? before the end of the war, even?). And I think, these are the descendands of Homer and the Odyssey. “Eeeeeeek!” you say. Or something more forceful yet Continue reading Angel and stories

My Saturday's gonna be really strange.

Free Will Astrology : Pisces Horoscope Happy Valentine Daze, Pisces! After careful meditation about what advice might enrich your love life, I’ve decided you need a more joyously rowdy and rambunctious approach to togetherness. Consider the possibility of making love with funny hats on while watching “The Simpsons,” or shaving each other in the bathtub Continue reading My Saturday's gonna be really strange.