I like Billy Collins. He’s certainly not one of our most profound poets. There’s something about his work that often reminds me of a New Yorker cartoon. But he’s wonderfully accessible, and he’s no mere Ogden Nash. This is an … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: March 2012
I read a mostly anti-thesaurus blog post this morning that included this little 1986 screed from Stephen King: You want to write a story? Fine. Put away your dictionary, your encyclopedias, your World Almanac, and your thesaurus. Better yet, throw … Continue reading
A birthday and an anniversary yesterday. We’re promiscuous bubble-quaffers, and any vaguely celebration-worthy event soon finds us tickling our noses. So there’s almost always an inexpensive bottle in the fridge waiting for an excuse to have its cork popped. Usually, … Continue reading
An unusual run this morning, back from dropping my car off for service. This was on roads that used to be part of a long standard loop I ran, and it reminded me of three things. First, that I’ve strained … Continue reading
Sweet B, leaning on my knee between bunks in our little tent/cabin on St.John: “M?” Me: “Yes, B?” B: “M, are you really, really old?” Me, taken aback—my father’s still alive and kicking at 88, after all, so the double … Continue reading
Pix and some words soon about white sand and blue water, but I’ve been on a Leonard Cohen kick lately. (See? I’m not just all Billie Holiday and Count Basie.) It’s not his swingin’ rhythms, obviously. Its his words and … Continue reading