The Art of the Lie I am in full agreementthat John Grant is no namefor a rock star, and yet, he is, nevertheless, a rock star to me,and his most recent album, The Art of the Lie,has been in consistent, heavyrotation. I listened to it todayin the car as I drove to Pure LifeClinic forContinue reading “#547: The Art of the Lie”
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#546: Étude for Not Writing a Poem
I don’t know what to say. I have never before, in the eleven previous years of participation in National Poetry Writing Month, experienced such intense internal resistance to writing a poem–ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE MONTH! I can’t explain it. Usually I am fired up and I jump out of the starting gate withContinue reading “#546: Étude for Not Writing a Poem”
Two Days Until National Poetry Writing Month: Ekphrastic Fest?
On this 30th day of March, we find ourselves only two days away from National Poetry Writing Month, during which we creative types are encouraged to compose a poem a day every day for the entire month of April. I can safely (but humbly) brag about the fact that I have completed this task ofContinue reading “Two Days Until National Poetry Writing Month: Ekphrastic Fest?”
On Finding a Routine
Embarrassment of riches: retired guy has enough time on his hands to do any thing he wants, has a list of such things at the ready, and yet, some of the things he wants to do he doesn’t do–or, more accurately, doesn’t do enough of to satisfy his own self-critical assessment of his productivity. HeContinue reading “On Finding a Routine”
A Recrudescence in America
Ain’t that the whole truth. America is experiencing a recrudescence, one that will last four long years, and have repercussions, possibly, for decades to come. I try not to think about it all the damn day. I try not to look at the news. I fail. I check news outlets on my stupid smart phoneContinue reading “A Recrudescence in America”
Girls, Girls, Girls
I’m just going to begin by making a few observations concerning girls in music. The first three albums I purchased in 2025 were all records made by female artists, Laufey’s Bewitched, Aurora’s What Happened to the Heart, and the debut album from The Last Dinner Party, Prelude to Ecstasy. I didn’t watch the Grammy AwardsContinue reading “Girls, Girls, Girls”
On the Thirty-first Day of 2025…
…I got myself a massage and had an appointment with my chiropractor regarding my stupid knee. I see my massage therapist about once a month with some lapses here and there, and I see my chiropractor less regularly but more often when my stupid knee is acting up. I have a flappy meniscus. Torn, theyContinue reading “On the Thirty-first Day of 2025…”
On the Thirtieth Day of 2025…
…I’m thinking about having watched the Björk concert last night on Apple TV. Filmed, I think, within the last year, it was a live performance of mostly material from her Utopia album, the album preceding her most recent project, Fossora. It was a fascinating experience, and while it was not entirely pleasant, I could notContinue reading “On the Thirtieth Day of 2025…”
On the Twenty-ninth Day of 2025…
…I discover that Jim in Percival Everett’s retelling of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is fully literate. He’s read Voltaire, Rousseau, and Locke when he’s alone in Judge Thatcher’s library, and on Jacksons Island, after he gets bit by a rattlesnake, he has conversations with these literary and philosophical giants in fever-induced hallucinations, and isContinue reading “On the Twenty-ninth Day of 2025…”
On the Twenty-eighth Day of 2025…
…I find my inspiration lagging. A topic of focus for today’s post eludes me. “Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful.” A whole assortment of quotes from Beckett’s Waiting for Godot might be appropriate for today, but that was the first one that came to mind. It’s not exactly true of my Tuesday thatContinue reading “On the Twenty-eighth Day of 2025…”