I walk in wonderment along seashores, streets, and city boulevards; among crowds at sporting or theatrical events puzzling how it is that the minds and hearts and souls of the people I there see are not asweep with the awareness that Sue, in Jude the Obscure, contained more sexual longing than had any previous character in world literature.
HCR on 1/20/25
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Heather Cox Richardson writes about the day.
[Post republished with *this* year’s 1/20. We’re not in 2024 anymore.]
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20 Most Anticipated Books!
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My new book, the Killing Fields of East New York is included in the New
York Times 20 Books Coming in January! “Blending the vividness …
Sara Bareilles: Saint Honesty
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Sara Bareilles – Saint Honesty (Official Audio) | Saint Honesty – Sara
Bareilles – Live from Here Sara Bareilles – Brave (Official Video) | Brave
– Sara Ba...
New Radio Show!
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Owing to cascading back-to-school schedules I make my return to typing
words into the internet incrementally, and to that end here's a short post
alerting ...
London 1976
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Here I am in a screen grab from a YouTube clip of a news reel filmed in
London 43 years ago at the Victoria Monument watching The Queen and Valerie
Gisc...
6. Long haul
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I’ve just finished the 42,000+ lines of William Morris’s *The Earthly
Paradise*, volumes 3 through 6 in the big collected works. There was no
prize at the...
Watch Over Me
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*Watch Over Me* Stippled Graphite Pencil Drawing, 5 1/2" x
4 3/4"
My apologies to any listeners still monitoring this frequency. For th...
Video Snob - Maroon 5 "Animal"
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Maroon 5 released their new video for "Animal" today and it's just a mess.
A bloody disturbing mess. But then again Maroon 5 usually releases
ridiculous vi...
(Exit followed by a bear)
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The Magpie held out hope ("here, take this piece of beauty") for as long as
was possible. The red bear was not to be bribed by something it couldn't
eat....
In 1903 (Elm Street, Ithaca, New York) my grandfather caused the death of one his sons in a most particularly awful way. It involved a thresher. He never spoke of it again. In 1942 my father’s brother was lost in the sinking of the US Independence Hall; he had been given a marlinspike knife by a British sailor, which he had given to my father for safekeeping before sailing. Passed on to me, I gave it to my nephew’s daughter. ENDGAME
PORTS
b. 1947, Ithaca
Leafy green village upstate undergraduate college
Iowa Writers’ Workshop MFA
Two years solitary cabin by lake, reading
Raleigh & Chapel Hill, reading
Commercial Beekeeper, four years
Potter and decorator, three years
Bicycle dharma bum, reading, writing
Archivist at Cornell University several years
Paris-Brest-Paris, 1200km bicycle audax, 1987
Heart surgeries
Passim: four matrimonial adventures, reading and writing
In my late fifties, founded Loudeac Tile Studio (wherein Madompna La Vogdesa and I sublimate artistic reproductions on tile and stone)
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