The men liked to talk. Trippi, they’d say, Trippi. What’d he do now? They had families, but what’d the kid do? His latest was always worth laughs, and a sense of who they were. The kid had something loose.… more
The men liked to talk. Trippi, they’d say, Trippi. What’d he do now? They had families, but what’d the kid do? His latest was always worth laughs, and a sense of who they were. The kid had something loose.… more
A maverick poet and old friend asked if I’d like to replace him teaching prison inmates. Why me? I wondered, and didn’t ask. Men I know don’t often speak directly, even to friends. If pressed, my friend might not have said. Anyway, I can’t ask. He died not long after from a heart attack.… more
…bookishness and cultivation, so treasured by those who possess them, are no guarantee of human value…. Nobody is a more worth-while person for having read Yeats. – Anthony Lane I scratch notes for a piece to describe a social divide I experienced as a child in a factory town in Rhode Island. I… more