And if it were a snake, the little bugger probably would have bitten me. Yeah, so… after yesterday’s mostly tongue-in-cheek diatribe re: my frustration with translators who blasphemously translate Ungeziefer, the German word for the mysterious critter into which Franz … Continue reading There’s vermin, right in my own library!
Okay, admittedly, I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer so please take my perplexity for what it’s worth… About a plug nickel, that’s what. But anyway, I know it’s easy for a one-language knuklehead like me to complain, but … Continue reading If it’s Ungeziefer why not just call it Ungeziefer?!
I read an Edgar Allan Poe story today entitled The Angel of the Odd.
It’s a fun, fast, Kafka-meets-Twain, easy to forget kind of read.
But what is most memorable to me about the story is that it is entirely set up around the protagonists drunken dismay over what we would call the “fake news” of the day…
POETIC LICENSE Thank God for the passionate poet Who trumpets the sun’s morning rise And who writes lovely, pretty sad songs Of young lovers’s heartbreaking goodbyes Thank God for the passionate poet Who reaches right into the heart To stroke it, to tease it, to please it And sometimes to tear it apart #NATIONALPOETRYDAY2014 ~~~~ From my poetry collection Poems from the River Continue reading Poeting hard on this most poetic of days…
Hanging out in B’more this morning. The Fitzgerald’s have an ever-present presence here, especially Zelda. It makes me happy. #wherewewritershang Continue reading Zelda…and her writer husband