Writer's Words ₇

Marine Pfc. William T. Santiago, stationed at Guantanamo, Cuba, just did not measure up to the high standards set by the U.S. Marine Corps. He is killed in a hazing incident perpetrated by Pfc. Lawson Downey and Lance Cpl. Harold W. Dawson.

And while the politicos blame the hoi polloi for the nation's difficulties, they are protecting the real perpetrators — the powerful rich old white men who have actually caused all the problems.

Your problem, the Padre said, is…

I'm writing bimestrial review on it.

He [J J Sylvester] was a professor at the U. of Virginia for three months until an altercation with a student led to his resignation.

One of his [J J Sylvester] books is The Laws of Verse, and for many years in England he was a barrister.

Clinton's albatross — now that Gennifer Flower's accusations of adultery have receded into the half-life of media memory — is his convoluted account of dealings with his Arkansas draft board back in 1969…and his responses amount to a tortuous thicket of incomplete and not entirely compatible explanations.

The audience, thoroughly flummoxed,…

“(computer art is) technological hokum that's neither art nor science.”

…a horripilation of the sexual reflex that is perfectly captured by the word creep.

like a jamboree of the Indian nations in Montana long ago — a pandemonium of patriarchy,…

culture's maelstrom of images.

Ira Holloway is a man who loves women, adores their quiddities, luxuriates ceaselessly in their bodies: toes, earlobes, the whole array of earthly delights. When he is paying what would appear to be monomaniacal attention to one sweetheart, he is, naughty fellow, roistering in memory or anticipation with a flotilla of others. This isn't calculated, callous satyrism; Ira isn't Don Juan. He's helpless, a captive.

he'll be the one shimmying up to me with an opening line (of picking up girls).

a smidgen of genius, a sliver of cutting truth.

“I tell you what, George, you've got to wake up,” he said sharply. “Will Henderson has spoken to me three times concerning the matter. He says you go along for hours not hearing when you are spoken to and acting like a gawky girl. What ails you?”

The gunman also died in the melee (shootout).

I have no wish to think that the world results from the lucubrations of Hegel or even of his Celestial Prototype.

…scientists who seek some sign of it must search the dossier of human activity for conduct that cycles with the seasons and might be linked with sexuality.