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From Memory

“In Memory of W. B. Yeats,” poem by W. H. Auden, poets.org This poem has several “movements,” like a symphony. I marvel at its discursive tone — “You were silly like us” — until the last stanza, where it becomes … Continue reading

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To a Friend

8-12-2012 “I need to return to it at a quieter time.” Lets have this understanding, though. Never give anything I send or link you to more than a moment of your time unless you really want to. And if you … Continue reading

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This Is Stag Country

Fay Dawne Burmeister was valedictorian the year Boog Jeeters got his lacerated kidney in the game against Horne. When Boog was born, Lonnie wanted to call him Booger. Can you feature that? Booger Jeeters. Reba wouldn’t have it, said no … Continue reading

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Social Math — UK

Sir Alistair Chichester is in the habit of quaffing two pints of bitter at The Thane of Thoth every afternoon from 3 to 4 p.m., excepting Sundays. Each pint costs a quid tuppence. (Sir Alistair, of course, is indifferent to … Continue reading

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Written in the 70s

mistery … (Eliot) “In the figure of the monster from outer space, the freakish, the ugly and the predatory all converge — and provide a fantasy target for righteous bellicosity to discharge itself, and for the aesthetic enjoyment of suffering … Continue reading

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“Girl Distressed”

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In trying to render emotion in faces, I find it interesting how similar smiling is to weeping. The difference seems to lie in the eyes more than in the mouth.

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From Memory

“Dover Beach,” poem by Matthew Arnold, https://www.poetryfoundation.org Penned by a Victorian on his honeymoon! This is hardly a celebratory poem, but I get from it what the French call a “morne plaisir,” a gloomy satisfaction. Its somber music moves me, … Continue reading

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