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Stuffed

I stumbled across a short article about artist Polly Morgan in a travel magazine, chatting about London, and had to learn more. What a fascinating person, and taxidermy, what an unexpected art form. Not only that, but she loves cheese, citing Neal’s Yard Dairy as a favorite spot in my favorite city in the world.

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“There is a scene in the movie Dances with Wolves where the Sioux are on a much anticipated buffalo hunt. As they come up over a hill, they are shocked to see a field full of buffalo carcasses. The tragedy of that moment is that where the Sioux use every piece of the buffalo — [...]

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Thank You, Joy

I mourn today the passing of Joy Page, who was 17 when chosen to play Annina Brandel in Casablanca (1942). In the film, Page’s character is torn between being faithful to her young husband and remaining stranded in Casablanca, or sleeping with Capt. Renault (Claude Rains) in order to gain exit visas. Rick (Humphrey Bogart) [...]

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Manic Star

“Sometimes when I drive my car, I feel trapped like a bee inside a jar. Grains of sand is all we are, crawling on our manic star, one tiny person in one shiny car.”
– “Manic Star,” Conjure One & Marie-Claire D’Ubaldo

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On Waiting

“I can be reduced to tears by bureaucracy. Time-wasting is my greatest phobia and being in a queue to speak to someone about a mobile phone or something is my idea of hell. There is too much else I could be doing. Very often in those situations I will burst into tears. What makes it [...]

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Patron of the Arts

Before leaving office under a cloud of scandal and corruption, Housing and Urban Development (HUD) Secretary Alphonso Jackson solicited an emergency bid to obtain an oil portrait of himself.
The HUD website notes, “In nominating Jackson, President George W. Bush chose a leader with a strong background in housing and community development, expertise in finance and [...]

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Gold

“It’s very difficult now to write a satirical piece of fiction that isn’t eclipsed by real-life events and real-life absurdity. One of the great challenges of doing what I do in the year 2008 is figuring out how to stay ahead of the great curve of absurdity of real life. You read the strangest stories [...]

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In a Churchyard

“It was a very quiet place, as such a place should be, save for the cawing of the rooks who had built their nests among the branches of some tall old trees, and were calling to one another, high up in the air. First one sleek bird, hovering near his ragged house as it swung [...]

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The room is gray.
The day is gray.
She sits that way.
The Bible, you say?
– Written during an upstate New York winter, in the old Hall of Languages at Syracuse University, during Bob Hastings’ English class and a lecture on the Old Testament, as my mind wandered to a classmate.

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Untitled Poem (1965)

Tarzan swung across the
tweedy speaker cloth
and perched on the woodwork cage
that kept the people in.
The radio tubes’ yellow heat
had made his jungle steam.
– One of my own

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