September 2011
5 posts
…Hence most of his writings exhibit the sluttish magnificence of a Russian...
– Thomas Babington Macaulay, on John Dryden. From Critical and Miscellaneous Essays (1854) Taken from Poisoned Pens, a collection of literary invective edited by Gary Dexter.
AT ALMOST ONE 0’CLOCK I entered the lobby of the building where I worked and turned toward the escalators, carrying a black Penguin paperback and a small white CVS bag, its receipt stapled over the top. The escalators rose toward the mezzanine, where my office was. They were the free-standing kind: a pair of integral signs swooping upward between the two floors they served without struts or...
August 2011
2 posts
[She was] a woman who erred and aspired with a certain magnificence. She brought...
– Vita Sackville-West, The Edwardians
July 2011
1 post
June 2011
7 posts
If you find yourself traveling through the Philadelphia International Airport, spare some time for a wonderful, small exhibit in the walkway between Terminals C & D - The Children’s Book Illustrations of Charles Santore. Santore, a Philadelphia native, is a giant, giant personal favorite. (As an aside, the airport regularly mounts surprisingly smart, sharp little shows.) Santore ...
May 2011
8 posts
April 2011
15 posts
March 2011
4 posts
February 2011
6 posts
Happy accidents are real gifts and they can open the door to a future that didn’t even exist.
- David Lynch, from a thoughtful and far ranging interview, here, about music in the LA Weekly. The subtle, beautiful, profoundly Lynch-ian touch is interpreting chance and accident as portals into alternate realities - an example of his gift in locating the surreal, magical, and implausible in...
January 2011
15 posts