#304: Willy and Biff Loman Cross Paths with Talking Heads

(with gratitude to David Byrne and Arthur Miller) What have they asked of themselves? The tiniest slice of the pie belongs to that beautiful house, which mostly, they recognize because it’s a thing they can see and a 25 year mortgage they can feel, every month for 25 years. Am I wrong? They have difficulty with this–Continue reading “#304: Willy and Biff Loman Cross Paths with Talking Heads”

#124: Bricks and Windows, Windows and Bricks

“The way they boxed us in here. Bricks and windows, windows and bricks.” –Willy Loman, Death of A Salesman, Arthur Miller   In my old neighborhood they tore down an abandoned psych hospital for new town homes. There was no big loss, the end of an era polluted by horrific scenes of suicidal escapees, children being committed againstContinue reading “#124: Bricks and Windows, Windows and Bricks”

Of Likes and Comments

Some people like and don’t comment and some people comment and don’t like. Some people don’t like to like, think it’s somehow a lame effort or no effort and therefore stupid.  I don’t like that.  I like things all of the time.  I like it when people like.  I like it when people comment, unlessContinue reading “Of Likes and Comments”