Van Cliburn, the famous Texan pianist who died recently, told his pastor late in
life, according to the Fort Worth Star Telegram, “I’m more afraid of living than
dying.” The pastor’s
It’s vata aggravating outside.
The wind bustles through my lion’s mane as I head towards the chicken coup. I
try to imagine the days when I perceived daily chores as dreary,
On February 11th, Alex Miller Jr. presented a defense of pomposity
[http://www.curatormagazine.com/alex-miller-jr/in-defense-of-pompous-asses/],
which he elegantly couched as criticism, invoking Eliot’s Prufrock and the “Fall
of Rome” to
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O! be some other name:
What’s in a name? that which
“Do what?”
“I need you to beat that table with this chain,” said Nate, draping it over my
forearm. It was studded with metal fragments, pieces of chainsaw blade, and
nails. “It’ll