Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Daily Dose

From What We Lose, by Zinzi Clemmons


"The reality of the tangerine goes beyond ideas."

From page 119

Monday, August 21, 2017


Daily Dose

From The Cloven Viscount, by Italo Calvino, translated by Archibold Colquhoun


"They talked, of course, without dwelling on religious controversy, as if it were a sequence of misfortunes imputable to the general wickedness of man."

From Chapter 8

Sunday, August 20, 2017

A Caricature

Clerihew for Mr. & Mrs.


Evan S. Connell
Once was on all
The lists of our best
Now less, that he's at rest.

Daily Dose

From Mrs. Bridge, by Evan S. Connell


"If she bought a book it was almost always one of three things: a best-seller she had heard about or seen advertised, a self-improvement book, or a book by a Kansas City author no matter what it was about."

From Chapter 39, Minister's Book

Saturday, August 19, 2017


Daily Dose

From The Clouds, by Aristophanes, translated by Peter D. Arnott


"I'll yield the privilege to him,
And out of his own mouth I'll take
The thoughts, the sentiments and syllogisms
To put him down."

From page 38, this edition

Friday, August 18, 2017

Breakfast at the Bookstore with Brad and Nick #125

Daily Dose

From The Echoing Green: Poems of Fields, Meadows, and Grasses, edited by Cecily Parks


          THIS Lawn, a carpet all alive
          With shadows flung from leaves--to strive
            In dance, amid a press
          Of sunshine, an apt emblem yields
          Of Worldlings revelling in the fields
            Of strenuous idleness;

          Less quick the stir when tide and breeze
          Encounter, and to narrow seas
            Forbid a moment's rest;
          The medley less when boreal Lights                          
          Glance to and fro, like aery Sprites
            To feats of arms addrest!

          Yet, spite of all this eager strife,
          This ceaseless play, the genuine life
            That serves the stedfast hours,
          Is in the grass beneath, that grows
          Unheeded, and the mute repose
            Of sweetly-breathing flowers.
-- William Wordsworth 

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Clerihew with Sloppy Sutures


Alain Badiou,
You'll find, if you
Read his Handbook of Inaesthetics,
Stitches new Platonic Apologetics. 

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From Lysistra, by Aristophanes, translated by Douglas Parker


"The beast in me is eager and fit for a brawl.
Just rile me a bit and she'll kick down the wall.
You'll bawl to your friends that you've no balls at asll."

From page 68, this edition

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Clerihew for a Great Ghost Writer


This reader mourns for
The late H. Dunmore.
All her ghosts?
Now her hosts.

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From Ars Botanica, by Tim Taranto


"If I'm to believe that through hoping or imagining you can read these letters, hear these stories, and look at these drawings, then if I played you a song, couldn't you hear it?"

From page 69

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From Morningstar: Growing Up with Books, by Ann Hood


"As an adult, and a writer, I suspect that Beth had to die."

From the Introduction, Growing up with Books

Monday, August 14, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From Too Much and Not in the Mood, by Durga Chew-Bose


“It’s taken me a while to reshape many of these notions because I was then, and still am, a late-to-bloom girl.  Expectant like a card trick.”

From Chapter 2, Part of a Greater Pattern

Sunday, August 13, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From Morningstar: Growing Up with Books, by Ann Hood


"Once again, my world had been cracked open by a book."

From Lesson 3: How to Ask Why

Saturday, August 12, 2017

The Line

I’ll keep this simple.  My uncle, Richard Craft, died in The Ardennes, Belgium in December, 1944, fighting Nazis.  He and thousands of other Americans did not sacrifice their lives in that cold place so that, two generations later, the President of the United States of America could say there are “many sides” to what happened today in Charlottesville.  No.  Just as there were 73 years ago in that forest in Belgium, there are only two sides today.  Pick a side.

If you believe there are “many sides” to racism, you’re on the wrong side.

If you believe the “white” race is a legitimate political or philosophical category of person, subject to oppression by the liberation and empowerment of others, or that membership in this specious fiction entitles you to oppress, abuse, or murder others, you are on the wrong side.

If you watched what happened today and do nothing, you are on the wrong side.

If you call yourself a Conservative, and you say nothing against fascism, you are on the wrong side.
If you believe Islam, Judaism, or any other religion or creed, or any of the people who practice another religion, or no religion at all, are inherently inferior or a danger to you or to Christianity, you are on the wrong side.

If you believe in Jesus Christ and you think he was with the white men marching with torches last night, you are on the wrong side.

If you believe Christians are an oppressed minority in America, you are on the wrong side.
If you support Donald J. Trump, you are on the wrong side.

If you get your news from right-wing-radio, Fox News, or the pulpits of bigots and hate-mongers, you are on the wrong side.

If you believe you have the right to march and shout to promote hatred, racism,  sexism, homophobia, anti-Semitism, and against immigrants, the poor, and Muslims, you are right, but you are on the wrong side.

If you think you can be an American patriot and a Nazi, or a member of the KKK, or the so called “Alt-Right”, you are wrong.  You are a disgrace to your country, and you are on the wrong side.
And if you think you will win this fight just because you won an election, you are wrong.  You are on the wrong side of history, the wrong side of this fight, and you are in the wrong. 

And if you call yourself my friend and you believe any of this hateful nonsense, you are wrong.  I do not wish to be your friend.  Not now.  You are on the wrong side.  There is a line.  I will not cross that line ever again to shake your hand, wish you well, or try to convince you why you are wrong.  You are on the wrong side.  It is up to you to move, be left behind, or go to Hell, I don’t much care which option you take.

And to all my friends on this side of the line: fight.  They must not win, and they won’t unless we let them.  Fight.  Donate money to the enemies of this new fascism.  March, vote, argue if you will, but fight.  

If you don’t, if we don’t, we are all on the wrong side of the line.

Daily Dose

From The Collected Poems, by Robert Southey


My days among the Dead are past;
Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old;
My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.

With them I take delight in weal,
And seek relief in woe;
And while I understand and feel
How much to them I owe,
My cheeks have often been bedew'd
With tears of thoughtful gratitude.

My thoughts are with the Dead, with them
I live in long-past years,
Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
Partake their hopes and fears,
And from their lessons seek and find
Instruction with an humble mind.

My hopes are with the Dead, anon
My place with them will be,
And I with them shall travel on
Through all Futurity;
Yet leaving here a name, I trust,
That will not perish in the dust.

Friday, August 11, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From Collected Poems, by Louise Bogan


I’ve come to give you fruit from out my orchard,
Of wide report.
I have trees there that bear me many apples.
Of every sort:

Clear, streaked; red and russet; green and golden;
Sour and sweet.
This apple’s from a tree yet unbeholden,
Where two kinds meet, -

So that this side is red without a dapple,
And this side’s hue
Is clear and snowy. It’s a lovely apple.
It is for you.

Within are five black pips as big as peas,
As you will find,
Potent to breed you five great apple trees
Of varying kind:

To breed you wood for fire, leaves for shade,
Apples for sauce.
Oh, this is a good apple for a maid,
It is a cross,

Fine on the finer, so the flesh is tight,
And grained like silk.
Sweet Burning gave the red side, and the white
Is Meadow Milk.

Eat it, and you will taste more than the fruit:
The blossom, too,
The sun, the air, the darkness at the root,
The rain, the dew,

The earth we came to, and the time we flee,
The fire and the breast.
I claim the white part, maiden, that’s for me.
You take the rest.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Breakfast at the Bookstore with Brad and Nick # 124

Daily Dose

From Shrill, by Lindy West


"I don't know if trolls say to themselves, explicitly, 'I don't like what this lady wrote -- I'm going to make sure she never leaves her apartment!' but that's what it does to the unprepared."

From Why Fat Lady So Mean to Baby Men?

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From The Collected Poems, by Philip Larkin


Always too eager for the future, we
Pick up bad habits of expectancy.
Something is always approaching; every day
Till then we say,

Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear,
Sparkling armada of promises draw near.
How slow they are! And how much time they waste,
Refusing to make haste!

Yet still they leave us holding wretched stalks
Of disappointment, for, though nothing balks
Each big approach, leaning with brasswork prinked,
Each rope distinct,

Flagged, and the figurehead with golden tits
Arching our way, it never anchors; it's
No sooner present than it turns to past.
Right to the last

We think each one will heave to and unload
All good into our lives, all we are owed
For waiting so devoutly and so long.
But we are wrong:

Only one ship is seeking us, a black-
Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her back
A huge and birdless silence. In her wake
No waters breed or break

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From I Actually Wore This: Clothes We Can’t Believe We Bought, by Tom Coleman, with photographs by Jerome Jakubiec


"Fashion books are also very good at coming up with rules you should never break -- no open-toed shoes while eating an open-faced sandwich! -- and make it very clear that fashion is a serious business."

From the Introduction

Monday, August 7, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From The American Spirit: Who We Are and What We Stand For, by David McCullough


"Much of this is familiar history, I know.  But some things bear repeating.  As Samuel Johnson wrote, we 'more frequently require to be reminded than informed.'"

From The Ties That Bind

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Still More North Korean Bestsellers

Daily Dose

From The American Spirit: Who We Are and What We Stand For, by David McCullough

“If your experience is anything like mine, the most important books in your life you have still to read.”

From The Lessons of History

Saturday, August 5, 2017

More North Korean Bestsellers

Daily Dose

From The Complete Essays of Michel de Montaigne, translated by Charles Cotton


"Live as long as you please, you will strike nothing off the time you will have to spend dead."

From Book 1, Chapter 20

Friday, August 4, 2017

North Korean Bestsellers

Daily Dose

From The Mistress of Paris: The 19th-Century Courtesan Who Built an Empire on a Secret, by Catherine Hewitt


"The prospect of fame and public attention, the thought that her bedroom might feature in the latest top novel, were powerful incentives to be more generous with Zola than she had been with Dumas.  Besides, on one point at least, Valtesse and Nana heartily agreed; concessions could always be made 'when a work of art's involved.'"

From Chapter 10, Valtesse and Zola's Nana

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Breakfast at the Bookstore with Brad and Nick #123

Daily Dose

From The Humor of Homer and Other Essays, by Samuel Butler


"When a thing is old, broken, and useless we throw it on the dust-heap, but when it is sufficiently old, sufficiently broken, and sufficiently useless we give money for it, put it into a museum, and read papers over it which peopleb come long distances to hear."

From The Aunt, the Nieces, and the Dog

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From The Innocents Abroad, by Mark Twain


"Ashore it was -- well, it was an eternal circus."

From Chapter 33

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From The Call of the Wild, by Jack London


"Buck's feet were not so compact and hard as the feet of the huskies.  His had softened during many generations since the day his lasdt wild ancestor was tamed by a cave-dweller or river man."

From Chapter III, The Dominant Primordial Beast

Monday, July 31, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From Kanban: Traditional Shop Signs of Japan, by Alan Scott Pate


"While neon may have only a hundred years of history under its gaseous belt, advertising by signage is not at all a new concept."

From the Introduction, The Neon Scramble

Sunday, July 30, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From  The Awkward Thoughts of W. Kamau Bell: Tales of a 6' 4", African American, Heterosexual, Cisgender, Left-Leaning, Asthmatic, Black and Proud Blerd, Mama's Boy, Dad, and Stand-Up Comedian, by W. Kamau Bell


 “I pointed to a Black man standing nearby and said, 'If I had said something up there on that stage today that was crazy, that Black man — even though he doesn't know me — would have pulled me aside and asked me what the fuck I was talking about. I told him that white people need to do the same thing.'”