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 →

On Velvet Undergrounds and Velvet Revolutions: Havel and Jonathan Richman

Last month, poet, playwright, political philosopher and [former-Czech] president Václav Havel died. While this blog has a commitment to no pop culture and no politics (as those subjects are indubitably covered more capably and thoroughly elsewhere on the internet), the more I read about Havel the more my admiration grows. Havel’s most famous writing is … Continue reading →