The Scarriet editor’s morning commute.
Do you care about others? Sucker.
Oscar Wilde’s father had three illegitimate children when he married Oscar’s mother—they were raised as cousins by other family members. Wilde’s family, Irish Catholic, was despised by the ruling Brits. Oscar Wilde had two children with a beautiful woman who was courted by Bram Stoker, author of Dracula. Oscar Wilde’s U.S. tour made him famous and loved. The trial in England which ruined him was due to class, not homosexuality—Wilde threatened violence to an English aristocrat who left him a calling card with the word “sodomite” on it, seen by one other person; Wilde brought the slander suit, which sealed his doom, unable to see his wife or children at the end of his life.
My heavy thoughts keep my laughter aloft.
Islam and Feminism will fall in love and save mankind.
Lana Del Rey’s “Video Games” is a poem—with discrete rhymes. Poetry has no public. Wait. It does. 143 million views on You Tube for “Video Games.”
I didn’t talk to you because I love you. Because I wanted to.
You’re so miserable, I can tell exactly what you’re thinking.
Happiness hides thoughts. Misery reveals them.
You don’t know someone by their mind. The mind is what you never know.
No one knows what anyone else is thinking. Happily.
Remember when the Rolling Stones were good? “2,000 Light Years From Home”
I was at the Grolier bookstore in Harvard Square on the evening of February 17 for the SpoKe issue no. 4 reading, Kevin Gallagher, editor. I have two pieces in the issue on Romanian poetry, one on the poet Dan Sociu—both solicited by Ben Mazer.
Jeff Bezos, owner of Washington Post, does business with the CIA, through Amazon—a recent $600 million contract. Holy crap.
Politics is hearsay, science observation.
