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Curses
Although I’m supposed to be working this weekend on the papers for a new degree program, and the woman I’m working with wants to know when we’ll be finished, I’m having an avoidant day – not disastrous, there’s a whole three-day weekend to figure out all this stuff. I still feel a bit guilty and…
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Focus
These two days I am doing a couple of presentations about art and AIDS, around a new production of Tony Kushner’s Angels in America. Though they are not in themselves difficult, or terribly important, nor do I expect substantial attention or audience involvement, I find myself fussing a lot over them – and not only…
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Constantinople
[Fragments of an unfinished poem, including two false starts – or perhaps middles] Lost is lost, no griefs could bring it back. Blood, blood, those faces, broken walls and burning towers, Jewels scattered in the alley, a wailing mother, the bearded merchant skewered, … Jeweled women flee down alleys, A bearded shopkeeper skewered, his shouting…
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As if
Going back to bed, still fuzzy with a cold that has lasted several days, and which keeps returning, unwelcome – I am imagining my life differently, as I do so often: what if that had happened, what if I could intervene here, what if I had chosen to do this instead, what would have been…
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The City
Stepping along the steel edges of intersections, people in precisely cut suits walk quickly through the icy air past elongated glass windows protecting neat arrays of crystal, ebony-handled carving sets, and thin, pale diamonds. The edges of all these things extend out in a net of lines infinitely narrow, infinitely sharp, a labyrinth of slashing…
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Happy…
anniversary. This blog is a year old today. I’m rather pleased with where it has taken me – 262 posts, or a hair more than five per week, or one every working day – not too bad for productivity, which is such a bugbear for me (one recalls Saul Bellow’s Henderson the Rain King, quoted…
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