A lonely woman was crossing a bridge and there was a slight fog. It was clear from the way she sat that her heart had been broken. And if any one of these three things were never true, I never would have purchased the book upon which she rested, with herself on the cover, broken…
She’s smart as a whip And sharp as a tack. He’s dumb as a brick At the back of the shack. She’s smarter than him – But he has a knob. So his paycheck is bigger – Though they do the same job. More at https://about.me/dklawitter. The post Gender Income Inequality | Daniel Klawitter appeared…
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Alfred Newman’s “Street Scene” — moody and urban in the Gershwin manner — is outstanding here. “Stret Scene” is also whistled at the opening of Where the Sidewalk Ends (directed by Otto Preminger, with Dana Andrews and Gene Tierney, that irresistible “Laura” couple. Note also in How to Marry a Millionaire the music of “How About…
When I was a child, back in the 60’s, there were these ads in the back of comic books for Xray glasses that could see through clothes. One day in second grade, Tommy Craven, who sat next to me, came to school with a pair and began ogling the girls. “I see your underwear!” he…
“The Mad King” – from “’Okolotok’, When Scary Tales Turn into Reality”. Photo courtesy 104 Paris © Yevheniia Laptii In Russia, Vladimir Putin and his friends and followers have conjured the Black Nail – the murder idol. Joy in murder. They mean to spread it. Without your real presence, without exorcism, the murder idol will…
The Taxi When I go away from youThe world beats deadLike a slackened drum.I call out for you against the jutted starsAnd shout into the ridges of the wind.Streets coming fast,One after the other,Wedge you away from me,And the lamps of the city prick my eyesSo that I can no longer see your face.Why should…
it’s hard to be hip after seventy abandon hope all ye who enter keep your opinions from calcifying and your beliefs will astound you humor, not memory, is your ally love and laughter bring others along honor your white hair and wrinkles they’ll stay faithful until the end gather wildflowers be thankful and rejoice The…
It was suggested to me that, as a sort of continuation of Mark Strand’s posting about beautiful women in Hollywood, I could write something about attractive men. It’s an interesting opportunity. For one thing, I think of myself as a male lesbian — with that identity’s idiosyncratic response to men. I’m not turned on by…
Last month Poem-A-Day ran this wonderful prose poem by Ellen Bass that I can’t get out of my head…It reminded me of my grandmother teaching me “Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive” as sung by Bing Crosby and the Andrew Sisters. Though the song was recorded almost two decades before I was born, it remains one of my…
