The Good Earth – Pearl S. Buck

Finished up with this one last Wednesday.  Don’t you hate that when you tote a book to work and are prepared to read it through the lunch hour and it turns out there are only four pages left to read because the rest is commentary?  So I spent the rest of the time picking pith [...]

A Severely Postponed Laundry Day

And so it has come to this –
where everything is equal
the lights
the darks
the delicates
and those that are not so much. 
All seen is as one,
as covering and necessity,
not as separates.
What may have done for others,
in other definitions,
now must do for all
in any capacity. 
Someday,
they may return to their individual freedoms
and the choice of preference
may render [...]

Pubililius Syrus

I have often regretted my speech, never my silence.

Reading “The Swimmer” by John Cheever

I admit it.
I saw The New Yorker in his bio and thought,
jeezus pleasus
and other Latin phrases. 
It’s not like I didn’t want to get it
but
I don’t have my own swimming pool
so. 
And the old couple
that swim naked.  Gaa.
After a cold rain yet.
That’s just not a pretty sight. 
Probably symbolism. 
Or something. 
(hey, maybe this connects to that red wheelbarrow
and those [...]

#568

I don’t think I’ll ever get it through my head that Daylight Savings Time happens on Sundays, not Mondays.

“The Vision” from Men and Cartoons – Jonathan Lethem

Have I mentioned that I love short stories?  Short stories saved my sanity during the drudgery of the semester of British Fiction 330, Physics 101, Calculus 112, Chemistry 110, and Cell Biology 240.  Passed one, failed two, dropped one, and scraped by in one by the seat of my periodic table. 
Short stories are made even [...]

No Country for Old Men – Cormac McCarthy

Now that I am finished I have only one question:  what does McCarthy have against motel rooms and their contents?

Spring Cleaning (135 words for a reason…)

The room was filled with words.  Not books, words.  There were words to be tripped over and words to be sat upon as a chair, a ladder, a protrusion of significant magnitude.   (It’s funny how they always arranged themselves in hackneyed double entendres like an old whore trying to look younger by applying clownish amounts [...]

No Country for Old Men – Cormac McCarthy

 
After I read The Road  by McCarthy, I was immediately entraced.  The Road is written in a Hemingway-esque sparsity that is simply stark and yet well, profound (I hate that word).  This book, on the other hand, still crazy-wicked style-wise but different, almost completely opposite.  Every detail is recorded including bathroom breaks.  I am about [...]

#563

Face it.  When everyone has one, it says something about freedom of choice.