[Bumped up.] I’ve been reading another book about Robert Frost, and I keep coming across fascinating tidbits. For example, the following is taken from a letter Frost wrote to the Amherst student newspaper in 1935, and it gives some perspective: … Continue reading →
The Anchoress has a lot to say about the Obama’s administration’s proposal to use the FCC to “study” the newsrooms: …[The administration is] thinking no one in the mainstream press has asked them a difficult or challenging question in 7 … Continue reading →
…to see that the two original Pointer Sisters here in 2012 (the ones in orange and turquoise) can manage to wear fringed go-go minidresses at their ages. They’re both over sixty, and they seem to have those Tina Turner-esque genes. … Continue reading →
The following is from a speech Robert Frost gave at Bread Loaf on July 4, 1960 (from the book Robert Frost: A Living Voice, edited by Reginald L. Cook), where he’s describing an encounter with a Boston cab driver: Now … Continue reading →
By the time Shirley Temple Black died at 85 last night we had come to take her extraordinary life for granted. Child star? How about: the most popular and unquestionably talented child star ever, who made people happy during the … Continue reading →
Sana Klaric and husband Adnan poured their hearts out to each other over their marriage troubles. Using the names ”˜Sweetie’ and ”˜Prince of Joy’ in a online chatroom, the pair thought they had found a soulmate with whom to spend … Continue reading →
I don’t watch the Grammys; I just don’t like the way popular music is going these days. And what I just said about the music could go double for the fashions connected with the music. However, sometimes I click on … Continue reading →
…another pretty face.
Continue reading →And he probably didn’t take art history. By the way, I took a few courses in art history in college, although I was definitely not an art history major, and I can tell you that art history is hard. At … Continue reading →
Last night I was listening to Leonard Cohen’s “Going Home.” In that song he’s his usual lugubrious, hypnotic, philosophical, mystical self. The lyric could only have been written by a writer who’s no longer young. You may think the song … Continue reading →
Ah, I see that Pete Seeger, troubadour of my youth, has died. My feelings about Seeger are mixed, to say the least. First, the bad: he was an activist Communist, and even a Stalinist back in the day. Let’s not … Continue reading →