The Glorious Redemption of the Great Eight
Sean Murphy5/24/18: 20 years ago was fun, if a bit of a fluke, courtesy of some top teams getting knocked out to expedite our unlikely run. And even then, it was…
Philip Roth, our Priapic Piñata, is now Immortal
“Making fake biography, false history, concocting a half-imaginary existence out of the actual drama of my life is my life. There has to be some pleasure in this life, and…
The Moon is Glued to a Picture of Heaven: Ten Thoughts on Chris Cornell (Revisited)
In Bull Durham, the cranky and overachieving Crash Davis, at once in awe and envious, explains to the preternaturally talented but callow Nuke LaLoosh why he should appreciate his good…
Original Poem: Work-in-Progress
This poem was written shortly after I arrived at Noepe, in Martha's Vineyard (where the picture, above, was taken). A meditation of sorts (I hesitate, mostly out of denial, to…
Original Poem: Liz Taylor’s Talents
Reviewing the trashy, lightweight *masterpiece* Hellraisers (about the assorted misadventures of Oliver Reed, Richard Burton, Richard Harris, and Peter O'Toole), one passage stood out and I've invoked it often: "A…