Monthly Archives: September 2015

Do you remember the film, “Il Postino?” A barely literate postman steals one of Pablo Neruda’s poems to impress his lover. When Neruda catches him at this plagiarism, the postman blurts out, “Poetry does not belong to those who made … Continue reading →

The True Tale of the Unconscious Emissary  Boston, Summer of 1970. I lived in a communal apartment that we called “The Zoo”. We had little money but plenty of books, art supplies, records, condoms, wine and pot. We ate more … Continue reading →

Let’s Talk About Me, Part Two Leona Tockey (1925-2015) Leona Tockey had one hell of a story, or in mythological terms, a cycle of stories all centering around a heroic figure who traditionally leaves the comfort of the known, descends … Continue reading →

I’m judgmental and tend toward the curmudgeonly. That said, I freely admit to enjoying typologies, systems that classify everyone. I’m a judgmental type. Typologies can be useful up to a point, but they can be fun (There are three kinds … Continue reading →