There are two Pat Benatar songs stuck in my head right now, both from the same album, "Tropico," which is my favorite Pat Benatar album. I had a copy of "Tropico" way back in the day, bought from the local music store. It was scratched, right out of the sleeve. Couldn't return it. So I… Continue reading Elizabeth Wurtzel, and How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb?
When they first learn to do magic, they think the power they wield is their own. The ego is a weak, insatiable, master, and some of the gods are fickle. And some of the gods are not. And some of the gods are devils. And some things are better forgotten. Only fools dare play with… Continue reading Beginner’s Luck
An Ode to the Hollow April 2013 We were both So much more beautiful when we were younger. Which begs the question, of what is beautiful in middle age... I think To be ourselves, us... I look at these old pictures, we were beautiful. But there is none of the art of who we… Continue reading An Ode to the Hollow
If you've got the tiger by the tail, then doesn't the tiger have you as well? I thought something was hanging onto me, that I couldn't shake loose. That could be, but it could also be that I was holding onto whatever it was. So, I'm going to let go of it, and see what… Continue reading Letting Go of the Tiger’s Tail
From Mythica to Ithaca and all points in between, they told their tales about her, as if she were a dream, as if she had no feelings, as if she had no heart, they told their tales about her, this Lady Scarlet. He is Midnight His sword is Moonlight, his breath a cold air, his… Continue reading dream girl
And they wore shades of pink, of mauve and aubergine, Sitting in the front row, too close to the screen, as shades of silver night slipped like filtered glitter around their feet, and they never looked at one another, so they'd never have to meet. But they knew it was the latest thing that they… Continue reading All The Bright Young Things at The Last Picture Show
(Spoilers throughout, though most of you know this story in some form or another.) GATSBY. Gatsby? Gatsby. I've stayed away from the subject of Gatsby for some years because I simply couldn't deal with it. Gatsby made me infinitely angry at F. Scott Fitzgerald. A romantic at heart, (what I used to call a 'romantic… Continue reading Gatsby