Showing posts from February, 2015

Thoreau: The Poem I Would Have Writ

So, If Money is Speech . . .

Emerson: Every Spirit Builds a House

My Shame & Shelby Lynne

The Real John Dewey

Farewell, Philip Levine

Barlach's Transcendent "Crippled Beggar"

Vaccination and the Metaphor of the Needle

Goya: Self Portrait with Dr. Arrieta

Don't Worry Baby!

Another Kanye West Jackass Eruption, and More Grammy Silliness

Spotified Ambivalence

Hedy Lamarr: The Most Beautiful Inventor

False Memories Are Easy

No, Bach Wouldn't Play a Laptop