Category Archives: Anthology

My collected writings and those of family members.

You’re a kind ear, Joe.

Posted on August 11, 2018 by JMN

I hope I don’t wear you out with my musings. Poetry is there when you need it. It seems to rise to the occasion when nothing else will do. It concentrates the mind and the emotions, like scripture. Poets get … Continue reading →

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Maruja Mallo

Posted on August 11, 2018 by JMN

Even within artistic circles, these women were often excluded or treated as muses to male creative genius (Dalí once described Mallo as “half angel, half shellfish”). Their work, however, insists on a different story. Mallo — who never married and … Continue reading →

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“The Odds”

Posted on August 10, 2018 by JMN

The Odds If you’re a person given to gambling, What odds would you lay on the following: A grizzled dude straddling his big Harley Presents his better half as his “old lady”? His better half (who sports a lovely tan) … Continue reading →

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Dear Mother… As I’ve been traveling

Posted on August 8, 2018 by JMN

As I’ve been traveling more, again, I’ve gotten so tired of seeing dead animals on the road. It’s begun to sicken me. Everywhere you go you see little carcasses and mauled remains. Some are not so little; I’ve seen several … Continue reading →

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Dear Mother… I’m keeping

Posted on August 7, 2018 by JMN

I’m keeping a fairly close record on my office computer of how I spend my time at work. I feel overworked in the sense that I’m letting myself be subjected to more demands than I can reasonably satisfy, as well … Continue reading →

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“Sock Hop Bop Flop”

Posted on August 4, 2018 by JMN

Sock Hop Bop Flop An Admonitory Fable for Tragedies Averted (To all my students who made it through graduation) Bee-Bop-A-Ree-Bop, A lockdown jam, A lockjawed ham, Good golly, Miss Molly, Lookin’ hot damn! Bee-Bop-A-Ree-Bop, A hounddog dude, Blue suede shoe’d, … Continue reading →

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Sigh… but I’d love to be surprised.

Posted on August 1, 2018 by JMN

If he’s proven to have not told the whole truth about the fact that campaigns look for dirt, and if someone offers it, you listen to them, nobody’s going to be surprised. There are some things in politics that you … Continue reading →

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Sir Alistair Has Much in Common

Posted on July 31, 2018 by JMN

Sir Alistair Chichester is just like you in so many ways: He can quaff a pint with the next man at the Thane of Thoth; he enjoys his Marmite soldiers with an egg, his faggots with mushy peas, his bangers … Continue reading →

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Dear Mother… I also finished

Posted on July 25, 2018 by JMN

I also finished the “Teacher in America” book and loaned it to Charles last night. Herbert, Charles and I had lunch last week and I mentioned the book to them. Herbert knew of Barzun, said he had read several of … Continue reading →

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Finger Hut Follies

Posted on July 25, 2018 by JMN

Mimsy and Chance Lafarge went to Cloudburst for the weekend to celebrate their tenth anniversary. Drove up in two cars with Dandi and Mitch Oddbocker and Shay and Rafe Bickford. Planned to split up on Saturday so Mimsy, Dandi, and … Continue reading →

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