Monthly Archives: July 2018

Waltzing into Despair

Elliott Smith has been one of my favorite singer-songwriters since my college roommate first introduced me to him via his brilliant album Either/Or. (We used to get high/drunk and listen to his tightly composed tragic musings.) Tortured soul he was, … Continue reading

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Give Me Your Black Heart

I have been a fan of Southern California’s The Black Heart Procession since I first heard them back, I believe, in 2000. Instantly, something dark within me (heh heh–guilty of what Elizabethan rhetoricians would have labeled periergia) resonated with their … Continue reading

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Extreme Teaching

Million Dollar Extreme is a sketch comedy troupe that had a show, World Peace, on Adult Swim for, I think, two minutes. As with what now seems to be the rule, not the exception, someone somewhere took offense with member Sam … Continue reading

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Revisiting Can’t

In Thomas Wolfe’s You Can’t Go Home Again, the voice of the earth, revealing a mottled cast of characters, consisting of the inexperienced and the experienced, the unbridled and those who have been bridled by time, confronts George Webber the … Continue reading

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Gently Becoming a Beast

With papers to grade, stories to complete, and a mind-heart fusion that wants to focus on only one area (i.e., person, i.e., woman), the last thing I wanted to do was put aside an hour for jiu-jitsu, the gentle art … Continue reading

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Hammer Time

Recently I watched the mesmerizing You Were Never Really Here, starring the always captivating Joaquin Phoenix. (FYI fact: I had a friend whose father was the firefighter who futilely performed CPR on the beautifully doomed River Phoenix all those years ago … Continue reading

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True Condition/Tinged with Doom

I return to Cyril Connolly’s The Unquiet Grave as I do to my favorite drink: I know what to expect, and I have probably had one too many encounters with it, but I always come away pleased, refreshed, consoled–and maybe even … Continue reading

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