It’s a new year. The Christmas bills are rolling in, the scales report it’s time for a diet, there are many cold, dark days ahead until the spring, and our POTUS is still Donald J. Trump. But cheer up, there’s … Continue reading
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I have been reading again, arguably, the greatest poet in English of the 20th century, W.B. Yeats (1865-1939). If not him, who? In addition to the verse, I’ve been looking through the second volume of the immense biography by R.F. … Continue reading
Last week’s midterms revealed the electorate — left, right, and center — believed the country, and the world, were going to wrack and ruin. This suggested to me the time is ripe for an appreciation of actual ruins. The subject … Continue reading