My parents guide me still. Their cares and concerns were lovingly local. Neighbors, what was happening at church, the job, the local ball teams, especially one that I played on–that’s what they talked about and cared about. National news, not to mention world news, rarely occupied their minds or became a subject of conversation.
Astounded to hear on You Tube the anxious tightness of R’s reading of his own poem. To me it’s a thing of levity and passion and joy. R reads it like a death sentence.
How fortunate our language and literature ! At the fountainhead of the English novel (pace Samuel R. and Daniel D.) stands one who craftily extols integrity above artifice and status.
Reading poet, Latin translator and former civil servant Mike Juster’s Sleaze and Slander. Here’s an unconditional skewering: “On the Man Who Found Treasure When He Meant to Hang Himself” (from the Latin of Ausonius 310-395AD). A man who had knotted a noose saw gold and cut himself loose. The owner discovered the knot and hoisted himself on […]