The Thing From Bloggy Swamp
- Boston, Massachusetts, US of A
- September 28
- . . . is the author of over fifty books--some with paper!--available on amazon.com and elsewhere.
MY RECENT POSTS
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August 28, 2014 11:19AM
- With Arthur Rimbaud at the
Chamber of Commerce
August 28, 2014 08:03AM
- The Ferris Wheel
August 27, 2014 08:25PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I do need a composer,
and I've gone to a couple of
- “5-yard penalty,
- “They better watch
it--the natives are
- “I have no Daguerrotype
in this fight.”
- “. . . or the death of
romance. Seems to me that the
guy who'd write
Con Chapman's Links
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The New York Times
An editorial decrying the decline o… Read full post »
The unappreciated genius is a stock figure in the literature of jazz, the art form that seems to require long-distance perspective–say, from Europe, or Japan–in order to receive the cultural approval it deserves. Sometimes beauty, like a prophet, goes without honor in its own countr… Read full post »
The Wall Street Journal
It’s never been easy bein’ a labor organizer, but right now it’s n… Read full post »
There was, in the town where I grew up,
A house with a tombstone laid out front.
It was flat, not upright, and on it was sprawled
A forlorn girl, sculpted from stone.
We used to wonder as we passed
Whether underneath there lay a corpse.
We’d joke in nervous… Read full post »
They’re at it again,” my wife said with concern.
I looked up and saw flames rising from a pile of dead branches off in the distance. Another night, another bonfire in the woods beyond the stone wall that separates our property from conservation land.
“They’… Read full post »
I screwed the top back on the bottle of J.T.S. Brown bourbon I kept in my desk drawer at Mass. Gastrointestinal Hospital, or “Mass Gas” as it is more commonly known, and stared out the window at the thin sliver of the Charles River I could see from my decidedly unprestigious… Read full post »
The kids are getting older–they’re in high school now–and with summer jobs and college campus visits, every year it’s harder to squeeze in the special family time of aggravation and bickering we used to experience during summer vacations.
“We need to get away a… Read full post »
It isn’t every day I get to have lunch with a Nobel Prize-winning author. More frequently than I see Haley’s Comet, which last came through my neighborhood in 1986, and isn’t expected back for another 50 years, but still, it’s a big deal.
Haley’s Comet: “Sto… Read full post »
It was the form letter that sent me over the edge. “Thank you for submitting your poem to plangent voices,” it began. “Please excuse the form letter, but due to the volume of god-awful submissions that we receive, we do not have the time to crush the spirit of&… Read full post »
My cats are big Shakespeare fans; in the case of Rocco, who’s been letting himself go a bit, a huge fan of the Bard–fifteen pounds at his last checkup. We have assembled on the patio for a reading from Julius Caesar. Titus Andronicus was checked out of our local library, and… Read full post »
The wife is out of town this weekend, an opportunity for me to catch up with an old friend whose idea of a good time is, to put it mildly, not shared by the distaff half of my joint tax return. He goes by a lot of names; the ancient Egyptians… Read full post »
Debbie Carneseca had the biggest tits in school
but if you was to touch them that would mark you for a fool.
‘Cause Debbie Carneseca was alleged to be the daughter
of Johnnie Carneseca who believed he was her father.
Now Debbie and her daddy lived just southwest of town
Her hair is dark… Read full post »
It’s Saturday morning, which means the tension is starting to build for our weekly out-of-home social interaction. Regardless of whether we get together with people in a higher income bracket or a lower, my wife faults me for doing, saying, wearing, implying or inferring something I shouldn&rsq… Read full post »
It had been an impulse buy, as so many of my books are when they’re purchased on a Saturday after I’ve had a few glasses of wine and we’re wandering around a bookstore. But it was an acquisition I’d been planning for a long time; I have a home William… Read full post »
Arnold M. Eisen, Wanted: Converts to Judaism, Wall Street Journal
FULTON, Ohio. It’s the opening night at the Fulton County Fair in this tiny town in northwest… Read full post »
STAFFORD SPRINGS, Connecticut. Tori Carrington is a mother of three with a black labrador retriever named “Boots” and a pick-up and drop-off schedule that reads like a cab dispatcher’s log. “I’ve got so much stuff to haul around town, there’s no way I cou… Read full post »
You said you was goin’ outside for a smoke.
A half hour later I called up your folks.
They said you weren’t there and just laughed at your joke.
And you weren’t in bed when I next awoke.
I got in the car to drive around town.
I’d find you if I had to… Read full post »
By some verbal turn of a publicist
worthy of an Ellis Island clerk,
Joseph Edward Filipelli became Flip Phillips.
As coincidence would have it, I heard him
on a boat going out of Boston Harbor.
Sixty-five years old, blowing as cool as the
seabreeze off the Atlantic.
You were so good for an Italian… Read full post »
On learning that the poet Gerard de Nerval had a pet lobster he walked on a leash.
Gee but it’s great after being out late–
Walking my lobster back home.
There’s little risk that she’ll turn into bisque,
Walking my lobster back home.
She grows quite bored of the maddening horde,
S… Read full post »
A self-published poet who focused on homelessness in her work has resigned after only a week on the job as North Carolina’s poet laureate following criticism of the governor’s appointment process.
&n… Read full post »
That’s my problem, he thought to himself as he turned off the music to his headphones. He had been listening to Chet Baker and in a moment his state of mind had turned from mellow moodiness to irritation. The romantic background that the sounds had provided on his morning walk to… Read full post »
&n… Read full post »
Ho-hum. Another day, another Division I off… Read full post »
The bats are out tonight,
I said. She looked up and there
they were, silhouetted against the dying light
to the west. Over our shoulders
to the east it was dark, but from where
we sat, we had an intimate view of the two,
engaged in some sort of courtship ritual
I surmised after a while;… Read full post »
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