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

Mel Gibson, part 923.

Miu gets to the meat of the problem, in A Socialites Life: Why do celebrities never follow through on things? Homophobe and possible anti-Semite, Mel Gibson, was at the “height of spiritual bankruptcy” (oh please) when he considered killing himself. But alas, he turned to the Bible. At least that is what he’s claiming now. Continue reading Mel Gibson, part 923.