Erik Hoekstra may not be as crazy as I first thought when encountering this story about him. He’s still pretty damn crazy, in that he seems to think that what he’s attempting could be considered a proof of his thesis. But the basic principle makes more sense to me now, in that one certainly doesn’t [...]
Here they continue to build apartments, these little men with hammers and steel helmets crawl around fuck around, talk rugby in the smoky sunlight and I stare out the window like some demented man, watching their movements, wondering about them as some woman downstairs screams and a man walks by the window, and his face [...]
Say what you will about wine, beer or any cocktail; there are times when whisky – and only whisky – is right. For starters, whisky has always been good for conversation. Mignon McLaughlin (in The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960) said “we come late, if at all, to wine and philosophy: whiskey and action are easier”, but [...]
by Adrienne Rich Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I’m fifty; still good-by. This is the leave we never really take. If you were dead or gone to live in China The event might draw your stature in my mind. I should be forced to look upon you whole [...]
Jirí Orten’s – A Small Elegy, translated by Lynn Coffin My friends have left. Far away, my darling is asleep. Outside, it’s as dark as pitch. I’m saying words to myself, words that are white in the lamplight and when I’m half-asleep I begin to think about my mother. Autumnal recollection. Really, under the cover [...]