Not that my year was short of professional and personal turmoil, distress or disappointments, but 2016 was so bad in a public way—putting it lightly and hastily: bad wars abroad, bad politics at home, bad survival rate for beloved celebrities—that you almost have to feel pity all those people having personal victories. The truth is, … Continue reading
Tag Archives: death
Thieves, Car Accidents, Hot and Cold Power
I managed to unsteal my bicycle wheel and get hit by a car gently enough to admonish the perpetrator and ride home. Overall, a good night. I’ve been riding to work. I thought 11 miles was too long, and the Metropolitan Museum of Art too classy, but really it’s a crowded and frequently unpleasant hour … Continue reading
Finding Some Company
She was a terrible woman; bad enough that at the funeral, the mourners could barely contain their glee. She had begun life as an objectionable little girl until she blossomed into a wet blanket of young woman. From there she came into her own as a reason-her-husband-stayed-late-at-work until he had amassed quite a fortune, several … Continue reading
Died Like A Better Artist Than He Was
When I talk about the death of the author (used in the broadest sense) generally I’m referring to a certain disconnect that happens between one’s personal life and one’s works. Dylan seemed so wise in the ways of the heart as his marriage went to pieces, Zeppo Marx was the seducer and the straight man, … Continue reading
My Body Is Betraying Me
My body is betraying me.First my arches collapsed, then my lungs, then my expensive bridgework. My stomach, fed up with what it has been fed, is giving and throwing up. Too neurotic for a nervous system,Too full of bile for a liver, I can feel my bones wishing each other well, all throughout my skeleton. Continue reading