Saturday, December 5, 2020

Kazin on 14th Street

 "This old-fashioned house. Studios. Man downstairs playing Bach. Only on the bottom, on greasy, broken down 14th Street are people at home on Memorial Day playing Bach. Like something out of Willa Cather's Stories of Washington Square."

~~ from Alfred Kazin's Journals, Selected and Edited by Richard M. Cook

Friday, December 4, 2020

Kazin on JFK

"It takes nerve to be president, and once you are in, it takes more nerve to keep from being pulled into extreme positions. Kennedy, the intellectual in his speeches, showed all the signs of being a liberal like us. Now that the 'revolt' in Cuba has ended in a disgraceful loss for us as well as for the rebels, he is no longer the man in the middle (us) but the defender of the West in extremis, taking a 'tough' line. [Barry] Goldwater is please, David Lawrence is pleased, The [New York Daily] News and New York Daily Mirror are pleased. I am full of doubt and wonder. As an intellectual pur, nothing but an intellectual, as it often seems to me, I find myself wondering more and more how long it is possible to remain in the middle. The pull of political gravity these days seems physical in its force. All of us liberals and intellectuals, so firmly in the middle, committed to 'principle,' like Kennedy, find ourselves being pushed and pulled."

~~ from Alfred Kazin's Journals, Selected and Edited by Richard M. Cook
     
      

Monday, November 30, 2020

eyes, nose, and mouth

 "I feel that discussing story-writing in terms of plot, character, and theme is like trying to describe the expression of a face by saying where the eyes, nose, and mouth are."

~~ from "Writing Short Stories" by Flannery O'Connor 

    *as quoted in "The Infallible Continuum" by James P. Blaylock, 

     Poets & Writers, Nov/Dec 2020

Thursday, November 19, 2020

New Poets

"Tracey held the apple aloft. 'We know that it’s the nature of all objects to fall through space. I understand that. I accept it. But one day, in this universe of endless universes, I believe there’s going to be something that doesn’t fall. That doesn’t have to fall. I have to believe that.' She gripped her prop by its stem, and we all looked on, soundlessly, breathlessly, as she let it go. We half expected, half desired, half required with half the fibers in our bodies that the apple would float there once she released it. We watched like children, we idiots. It fell to the floor with a soft crunch as its flesh compacted under the force of its plummet."

~~ from "New Poets" by Michael Deagler

Auggie's Revenge and Fight for Your Long Day

Auggie's Revenge at affordable prices

Why pay less when spending more is so easy and free?   Right. In other words,   if anyone would like a shipped paperback copy of  Auggie...