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A Tale of Love and Darkness

I saw this movie weeks ago, and I've thought about it without really coming up with much to say about it. Natalie Portman wrote, directed & starred in it. I think I would choose the Amos Oz book it's based on, which from reading the first few chapters, clearly is more subtle & deep. Nonetheless, I liked the movie. I liked that she let everyone have their point of view even when it was clearly unrealistic, & you ended up being able to understand why they saw things that way. That's hard to do.  Read More 
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From the vault VII: "Poem"

Poem

I go to work
call my mother, my sister
a few others
watch Floyd fix the toilet
fret about my stuck hood
think about slapping a sign on the Pontiac: it’s yours
& never going near it again
I read a few pages of Shaw’s autobiography,
better yet Chesterton’s
& Quentin Crisp’s ditto
sigh & warble along with Patsy Cline
think about bills, snow, pills, Boston
the party this afternoon & Janet & Didier’s  Read More 
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A year of ups & downs

Talking to Pam sent me to an old notebook from those days. This is the first thing I found.
Three-quarters of the way through 2016 & I often feel like a person with one foot in the oven & the other in the freezer: on average I'm comfortable.

People I loved suffered, recovered, died. The loved ones of people I love suffered, died, recovered.

A short-fingered vulgarian is running for president. So is a woman I admire with all my might.

Two long-lost friends turned up, one from the House & the other, just today, my first and only college roommate, Pam.  Read More 
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Crazy roof

When it's late & Johnny's been sick all day & you want to rush home & make sure he's OK, & you're in the middle of two really good books & you're tired from class because your knee was bothering you, maybe all you can do is throw up a picture you took one day on the roof of  Read More 
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What I'm reading III

= Leap, Terry Tempest Williams (still—just a page or 2 at a time)
= Outlander, recommended by a friend, not sure how far I'll get, it's pretty overwrought!
= Where'd You Go Bernadette, Maria Semple. The person who recommended it called it the funniest book ever. I thought it was sad—funny a lot, but sad.
= Welcome to the Goddamned Ice Cube,  Read More 
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Twin Lights bike ride

I did manage to get a shot of the chocolate fountain at the second rest stop.
We saw the ocean, horse farms, masses of deeply orange flowers, churches, a really ugly stone house, thousands of other bikers, the blue cloudless Jersey sky—none of which I took photos of.
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More About Buster

Do you think I post enough about my cat? He's the only cat I've ever known who is both dumber than me & doesn't think he is smarter. It's an excellent quality in a cat. Restful.

He sleeps like Ted Berrigan, with one (or 2, or 4) arms in the air.

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Independence

For the first time, Sylvie, who will be 9 in 2 months, was allowed to walk alone to her piano lesson. Usually her mom watches from the stoop. The piano teacher is two buildings away, and there were texts to say she was on her way & that she'd arrived. I'm all for free-range parenting, & contemptuous of  Read More 
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From the vault VI: "The Indian Maiden's Head"

This poem is very familiar, but why the quote marks? when did I write it? I suppose it was meant to be an imitation of one of Michael's small heavy objects, but whenever I think I've written an homage, no one else does. I couldn't say within 10 years when I wrote it. I think I like it.


The Indian Maiden’s Head
for Michael Scholnick

“the middle class”
kicking around the reservoir
“is propitious”
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Shofar so good

It felt good to blow the shofar at minyan this morning. It certainly woke me up, which is why we blow in the month leading up to Rosh Hashanah. I have my intentions & worries, but when I blow, I'm not doing anything else.

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