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Tag Archives: September 11
“How dare they?”
The Barefoot Kitchen Witch has written an emotional post which has brought tears to my eyes.
I Heart New York
Here is an ode to New York. And to New York’s mostly-invisible greatness. What I really want to write about right now is my moment on the corner of 10th Street and 2nd Avenue. The evening was beautiful. Cool air, … Continue reading
ABBA and The Man in the Dusty Grey Boots
In the wake of September 11, a couple of shows opened on Broadway, very very September 10th kind of shows. “Mamma Mia“, the musical written around the songs of ABBA, and a revival “Noises Off“, the show by Michael Frayn, … Continue reading
Posted in Personal, Theatre
Tagged September 11
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Catharsis
I am having an Auden phase at the moment. One of my favorite poems of all time is The More Loving One. It is one of the handful of poems that I know by heart. At some point, maybe a … Continue reading
Bloomsday
Friend Aedin called me yesterday, late in the afternoon, in the middle of my own James Joyce mania, and invited me downtown to the opening of a new bar called Ulysses, where a Bloomsday celebration was in full swing. Twas … Continue reading
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Tagged Bloomsday, Ireland, New York, September 11, Ulysses
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Staring Into the Abyss
Stanley Crouch (who I LOVE) has a beautiful piece in the NY Daily News, about what, exactly, it feels like to be a New Yorker these days. He hits it right on the nose. For the most part, the anxiety … Continue reading
Ground Zero
A blizzard screams at my window. People are walking down the center of the street. I have two dear friends, Shelagh and Brad, in from out of town. It has been so wonderful seeing them. It has been too long. … Continue reading
“Constructive Pessimists”
The book I am reading now is Robert Kaplan’s latest, Warrior Politics. I just started it yesterday, so I can’t really speak to it yet, but the following paragraphs are in the preface and they are definitely worth thinking about. … Continue reading