Historians have a word for Germans who joined the Nazi party, not because they hated Jews, but out of a hope for restored patriotism, or a sense of economic anxiety, or a hope to preserves their religious values, or dislike of their opponents, or raw political opportunism, or convenience, or ignorance, or greed. That word…
Month: February 2025
Mid-Winter Madness of New Music (update in list and pic added)
Midnight Oil image link (which will take you to a 2017 Rolling Stone article) It started around the time I stated I wanted to hear Midnight Oil’s earlier albums and it has mushroomed into midwinter madness of buying used albums (CDs.) Albums bought in the last month or so: Midnight Oil 10, 9, 8, 7,…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Old Red
Make of it a parkaFor your soul.— Alice Walker, fromBefore you knew you owned it Old Red Old Red lives for death. He hovers around villages at dark, urging sober to take just one sip, urging lonely to take in snakes, urging fists instead of hugs. His first memory is of crawling in a cold…
Matthew L.M. Fletcher’s new book, “Stick Houses” and Dead Pioneer’s, “Bad Indian”
Read and/or listen to Matthew’s interview on Interlochen Public Radio here My new favorite song:
I Did That!
Caption under $5.89: Meijer Cage Free Grade A Large Egg Dozen Seen today at nearby grocery store. I also noticed the price of gas has gone up about 20c/gallon from what it was a couple of weeks ago.
Book Review — From Under the Truck: A Memoir, by Josh Brolin
Death is a mysterious dream, and dreams are always the most curious sport. — Josh Brolin Small book (226 pages) but dense in material. It hops all over the place with its 2-3 page mini chapters that describe moments in Brolin’s life. This haphazard sharing works in its favor, as being chronological would have made…
FFF 59 — Day of Love
When garden guestshave long gone and into cold winter nightWhen all is quietbut for fountain-gurgled splashes,could you but spyyou’d see them flit,wee beasties withsparkle-trailed wingsriding orchid’s backs.They rise and raceto frilly cheers heardonly by earthworm ears. Each card an awkwardaspect of love’s alphabetin retrospect, safely tuckedin its vintage array.Yet pause a moment and let them…
Tao Talk 