The Prince of Tides

It’s a book.  A film.  I read and watched both as junior in high school and fell in love with the story, even though it is a brutal one.  I also fell in love with the film score, composed by James Newton Howard.  My closest friend at the time (who couldn’t fathom my love for…

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The Journey by James Wright

“Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out To the edge of a cliff, and dwindling. But far up the mountain, behind the town, We too were swept out, out by the wind, Alone with the Tuscan grass. Wind had been blowing across the hills For days, and everything now…

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On Narrative and Image

“Narrative is the chain that links our moments together.  But image is what we see in the dark of night, what we wake up with from dreams, what we remember when we recall those we love.  It is image that burns itself into our minds whether we want it to or not, and it is…

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Spring Snow

Nearly 17 inches of snow fell yesterday in a much maligned spring snowstorm.  Every now and again I peered out the window to check the landscape, but the shades stayed down all day–my mind has been on daffodils and green and I just couldn’t bear to have a constant view of the heavy white stuff…

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