Monthly Archives: October 2023

Copps Hill Cemetery

October 27, 2023 – 10:30 am

On an October afternoon I wandered through the Copps Hill Cemetery One of the oldest in Boston. HP Lovecraft wrote a story About tunnels running Underneath the graves To a hellish world. Pickman’s Model “There were witches and what their spells summoned; pirates and what they brought in from the sea; smugglers; privateers—and I tell […]

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Letter To Jocko – A Wedding

October 27, 2023 – 9:57 am

Two weekends ago I had a great trip up to a wedding south of Boston. Brigette and I thought about renting a car, but resisted the corporate brainwashing instructing the masses that they can’t live without a car. We took the 8am bus to South Station, wandered about the Fort Channel, and headed down to […]

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Before and Now and Thereafter

October 25, 2023 – 10:55 pm

Long ago Long before Taylor Swift Man became Man How does not matter As what does not matter We existed Prey for all animals Saber-Toothed tigers, crocodiles, mosquitos ad infinitum Man was not atop the feeding chain Man was not on the bottom What saved us We smelled bad We tasted worst. And we learned […]

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OCTOBER 24, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

October 24, 2023 – 8:31 pm

The phone rang this morning and Alice answered, then groaned, “It’s Mark.” It was 10. She handed the phone and I asked gruffly, “What do you want?” “Can you come into work?” “Why? You need someone to blame when you lose money?” Mark was always plundering the petty cash for ALBEE DIRECTS ALBEE. “Edward came […]

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Stags Shagging in Season

October 24, 2023 – 6:13 am

Putney was not exactly the center of London, but I chose to stay with Sara. We were the best of friends. Dawn came early at her house. Every morning the record executive walked her sweet little dog, Maysie, in Richmond Park. I was a stranger to the Royal Park, the largest in London, and was […]

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