Darkness at the break of noonShadows even the silver spoonThe handmade blade, the child’s balloonEclipses both the sun and moon… (Bob Dylan – “It’s Alright Ma”) I don’t know about you, but for me, that’s pretty punchy poetry. Martin Scorsese asked Bob Dylan where that came from, and Dylan said […]
When I was a young and callow fellow, my great friend Ian had a house in Tinkerville, New Hampshire. Ian was, as you might say, rich (and handsome and funny) for all the good it did him. The property was dubbed Uncle Veeny’s Farm, named for Uncle Veeny’s Road in […]
This little guy was getting picked on by the other baby goats — kids can be mean sometimes. So he clambered up on this wooden spool. This is the kind of thing I see when I ride my scooter.
I’m getting emails from all over the blogosphere saying, “Well? You said you were going to find out who killed Birna the promiscuous Icelandic architect in Yrsa Sigurdardottir’s book My Soul to Take. Was it the Chinese stockbroker, as you predicted?” Well it turns out he’s Japanese, and no, it’s […]
“A pay phone was ringing, and it just about blew my mind. When I picked it up and said hello this foot came through the line…” Bob Dylan’s 113th Dream. I was talking to my daughter about something, I don’t remember what, but I was about to say it “blew […]
One way to enhance your life very cheaply is to buy an old record player and buy old LPs for a dollar. Some of them, like my Leslie Gore album, you only want to hear one song: that would be “You Don’t Own Me,” produced by Quincy Jones. The rest […]
Here’s a photo of me and my friends Vince and Mark at the Sojourner Truth Memorial in Florence, Massachusetts. They came all the way from Washington State for our college reunion in New Haven, and we had a great time at the Peace Pagoda, Puffer’s Pond and other Pioneer Valley […]
“One hundred miles, its length and breadth, the four-square city stands. Its gem-set walls of jasper shine, unmade by human hands. And it won’t be long ’til I shall pass through yonder gate so fair. Gonna have fifty miles of elbow room on either side to spare.” That’s from one […]
The corporate drug dealers of America, with the blessing of the drug-dispensing medical profession, has declared that depression is caused by a chemical imbalance and can be “cured.” I wish to challenge that claim. If, as they say, this “cure” has been discovered, why is it a different cocktail of […]
I went to a really enjoyable reading/concert tonight in the intimate and comfortable upstairs room at the Montague Book Mill. Sara Majka read three of her delightful dream narrative works, which I hope will find their way into print. One is about seeing Peter Pan at a bus station. He […]