surmising with aplomb and nary remorse
I’m always looking to be spooked in an intellectually plausible and unsettling cinematic way. Unfortunately, most modern horror flicks consistently fail me. However, I just watched a production that hits the mark spot on and it has chilled me right down to the marrow of my bones. Just never imagined such a horrific accomplishment could … Read more
A literary one at least. The deceased author William Gay, that is, not the former professional football cornerback William Gay. Well, William Gay the cornerback may also be a literary genius, I’m just not aware of it. But I am aware that Nic Pizzolatto is too a genius, at least of the screenwriting variation, as … Read more
And by F-Bomb I mean the other nasty F-word… Fascist. And by fascist, I’m sure you know to whom I am referring it shall be dropped upon. Yeah, Trump, of course. Now, if you think like I do – and heaven help you if you do – but if you think like me then you … Read more
I used to smoke cigarettes and drink a lot of alcohol when I was younger. Had to maintain that infamous drunken sailor image that the navy worked so long and hard to develop. I quit smoking in 1990. I still miss cigarettes. I quit drinking in 2009. The day I learned I had leukemia. And … Read more
Life is all it is – joyful, sad, comprehensive, confusing, peaceful, violent, and on and on and on… Of course, regardless of what reality tries to tell one, it can only be what one – you, me, each unique individual making up the all of we – says it is. And no matter how hard … Read more
Doing a reread of Big Will’s Titus Andronicus so what better way to summon the happy dancing spirits today than by rocking out to a song by, you got it, Titus Andronicus… #letsdance
#thislandisourland#icantdrive35
It used to be fun, and, quite frankly, quite therapeutic to release a rant or two around here back in the good ol’ days.
Any guesses to as when I’m referring to the “good ol’ days?”
Yeah… exactly.
BCET
Before the Catastrophic Era of Trump
But now, in these far less than good ol’ days…
One rants at one’s own risk.
Literally…
#ifyoubuildittheywillcome#littlepinkhouses
I don’t know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense.