November 2018

  • DANNY DEEVER ‘What are the bugles blowin’ for?' said Files-on-Parade. ‘To turn you out, to turn you out,’ the Colour-Sergeant said.‘What makes you look so white, so white?’ said Files-on-Parade.‘I’m dreadin’ what I’ve got to watch,’ the Colour-Sergeant said.    For they’re hangin’ Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play,    The Regiment’s…

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  • Terrence Malick's Tree of Life was released in May of 2011, so it must have been at least sometime in that year that I saw it. Surely I mentioned it here…oh yes, I saw it in August of that year, and here's the brief post I wrote about it. An interesting conversation follows in the comments. …

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  • THANKS Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water thanking it standing by…

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  • In the effort to see more of the yet-unseen Bergman films in the FilmStruck catalog before it shuts down, I started watching Thirst. About fifteen minutes in I realized that I'd seen it before, only two years ago. I had not cared much for it then (see this post) and decided not to finish it. I proceeded…

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  • THE PARABLE OF THE OLD MAN AND THE YOUNG So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father, Behold the preparations, fire and iron, But where the lamb for this…

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  • This is the 100th anniversary of what used to be known as Armistice Day. God help us, what a century of slaughter that war began. What do we make of the fact that the modern era has seen both a greater awareness of and sensitivity to injustice and suffering of all sorts, not to mention…

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  • BRIDGE MORNING The child outside the swinging door Heard her mother say, I won't make something of myself Stuck at home all day. Honey, said a languid voice, Some days I'm so depressed By toilet bowls and groceries I almost can't get dressed. Another friend remarked, I told My husband that, I said, 'Lanier, you…

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  • There was a time when I could not have imagined being indifferent to the release of a new Dylan album. But it was a fairly short time, only five years or so in the last half of the '60s. Nashville Skyline, Self-Portrait, New Morning, and Planet Waves pretty well cured me of Dylan-awe. Not that those were all…

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  • WHY SHOULD NOT OLD MEN BE MAD? Why should not old men be mad? Some have known a likely lad That had a sound fly-fisher's wrist Turn to a drunken journalist; A girl that knew all Dante once Live to bear children to a dunce; A Helen of social welfare dream, Climb on a wagonette…

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