My old friend and unedited co-conspirator, John Shelton Reed, has taken to writing what he calls poems. I’ll say this for him, he has outdone his role models, J.Gordon Coogler and the Great McGonnigle. If this first specimen fails to incite howls of protest or calls of “Someone get a rope,” I’ll post several more.
In the so-called “Romantic Era”–I detest these misleading names devised and applied by petty minds–industrialization and urbanization awakened some poets to the Satanic threat of progress
After thinking about Escape from New York and how our current times are worse than John Carpenter’s vision, I wondered how the rest of the Dystop-a-June list would stack up against the world of today.
In this ten minute audio–I hope to graduate to video soon–I describe how I made a pretty good Serbian dinner, despite several mistakes. If anyone would like written recipes, I should be happy to supply them.
Expressing what you want or don’t want, like or not like, plus the present tense of I want.
The current discussion of war against civilians, inspired by Anthony McCarthy’s excellent commentary on the Hiroshima celebrations, has encouraged me to post some passages from the last two chapters of my forthcoming sequel to The Reign of Love.
For the average Scottish or English reader, Waverley must have been an exhilarating backwards trip through time and history, which enabled him to see both the feudal and tribal loyalties of Scots who adhered to the Stuart cause in much the same way their ancestors had flocked to the standards of Wallace and the Bruces.
