Monthly Archives: August 2016
Three true negative statements: 1. The 1780 text of The Pleasant History of Thomas Hickathrift ends with a poem, spoken by Tom, running in part: My Friends while I have Strength to stand, Most manfully I will pursue All Dangers, till I clear this Land, Of Lions, Bears, and Tygers too… Since “this land” is […]
Ballad of a Summer Love She’d summer, back in ’64, Beside the Knights of Labor’s Old clubhouse on the facing shore— So we were almost neighbors, And every night I’d swim the lake Like Hero’s own Leander. I’d brave the aquarattlesnake, The gar and salamander While she’d sit watch upon the pier In hopes I […]
This upcoming election sees America making a choice between free college for all and the twilight of civilization, and although that’s not exactly a difficult choice, I have to say that I’m not in favor of either. I’ll take our opposition to the apocalypse as a given, and instead talk about free college. There seems […]
I. …but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? Everyone knows these lines (especially the last two), but I never realized until just now that syntactically the poem doesn’t […]
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I’m going up north, I’m going up north this fall. If my luck don’t change I won’t be back at all. I’ve lived in New York (or right outside, in Hoboken) for twenty-one years now, which is the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere. It’s a fine city, and I had some good times, but for reasons […]
Apparently this is a true fact from history: that disgraced, crooked, philandering televangelist (to be fair, in the ’80s it was the custom among televangelists to be philandering, crooked, and then briefly disgraced) and former puppeteer Jim Bakker, during his 45-year fraud sentence, shared a cell with 1. national skydiving champion and occasional international drug […]