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rand-bishop's picture
Jul.11.2010
“It sounds to me like you’re a little bit lonely,” my therapist observed. Her spot-on diagnosis carried with it an undeniable sting. Ouch. Much of my day-today experience is a very isolated one. I am always alone in my thoughts; and yet again, I’m not. As I type these words, or drive my car, or...
heywood-gould's picture
Apr.20.2010
I STEAL A BOOK FROM JAMES BALDWIN/Part 2 It's 1961 and I'm living in a theocracy that brutally stifles dissent--Greenwich Village. In Brooklyn, the backwater of my birth, people disagree violently-- and coexist grudgingly. But across the Brooklyn Bridge the local Bohos enforce a rigid cultic...
bruce-bennett's picture
Jan.13.2010
My favorite poem is one I wrote back in the early 1980s. Growing up in the 60s, I began writing poetry in grammar school and continued until well after graduating from college. Back then, almost everyone dabbled in poetry. You had the Ginsberg aficionados, the dark, brooding remnants of the Beat...
ben-fong-torres's picture
Aug.09.2009
 Have you ever had one of your books banned? Me neither. But, every year, usually late in September, an organization known as the ALA (I'll guess it means the American Libary Association) observes "Banned Books Week." I was invited to take part this year in San Francisco, at the Main...
chris-rodell's picture
Jul.14.2009
I went to see Bob Dylan last night and left a fan of John Mellencamp. The two, along with Willie Nelson and the Wiyos played to a sold-out crowd at a minor league ball park in Washington, Pennsylvania. It’s a night I’ll long remember because Valerie and I got to bask in the genius of three legends...
ben-fong-torres's picture
Feb.19.2009
So, I'm getting the idea that one can blog about damn near anything here in the red chamber. Great. Last week, while I was at El Rio, in SF's Mission District, doing another of my parody songs, to the tune of Dylan's "Rainy Day Women (12+35)," a guy asked if he could post a copy of it...
scott-sanders's picture
Feb.08.2009
Again, I am this definitive ex-New Yorker living in the tranquility of the Bay Area.  Out of my element.  Can’t get West Pakistani take-out post 10pm or, for that matter, anytime on left coast.  New York - the food, the smells, the crowds, the attitude, the museums, the nightlife, the flavors, the...
scott-sanders's picture
Jan.30.2009
 Something sacred is at stake in every event…that’s from the Kaballah.  I’ve got sour milk in my Pete’s coffee that I surreptitiously took to another internet café.  That’s from me.  Dirt in my fries – that’s from the Shins.  Unimagined dangers and the anticipation of disappointment – that’s from...
scott-sanders's picture
Sep.19.2008
My sons and I very early on decided that “swearing to God” on important stuff just didn’t make sense.  So we decided to “swear on your penis”….  “Are you going to be home by midnight?  Swear on your Penis!”  “Okay, dad, I swear on my Penis.”  Most amusing when said in the company of others not...