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  • Chutzpah!

    Did you see that comment by Jane about the Sixties? I will think on these things. However, now you know why I am marrying her. How sweet is the scent of a free mind soaring through the heavens…”Her eyes would through the airy regions stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were […]

  • “I Am Life, Mother. . . ” — Hair

    I just caught “Hair” on TCM last night. I had seen it in 1979 twelve years after it was produced on Broadway and, in my mind and experience, ten years after the close of the Sixties; for me the 70s were post-apocalyptic and a very drab decade, although I was married in 1970 and struggling […]

  • That Old Black Magic

    That impulse to lay down a few words is here once more. I try to leave a two day space between blogs just to let the unconscious percolate. in fact, it is my contention that books are written unconsciously and what we do is channel them. I say that because the first book of “i” […]

  • I Don’t Need This

    I’m surfing aross the net looking for directories of literary ezines, online zines that review books such as mine; it is tiresome. I have no publicist, no order to what I’m doing except an inner pulse that moves me in this direction and then into that one. Clearly books are a product, and clearly marketing […]