America, you ode for reality! Give back the people you took. Let the sun shine again on the four corners of the world you thought of first but do not own, or keep like a convenience. People are your own word, you invented that locus and term. Here, you said and say, is where we […]
Category: Just Shelley
No testosterone here
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Today the clouds broke and I jumped into Golden Girl to spend the day over in St. Charles, along the Missouri river. As I was waiting at a light behind a large, expensive silver SUV, I noticed something flying from the driver’s window. The driver, blond and young and pretty […]
Server update
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. The money received from the sale of Threadneedle, combined with the other money you were all kind enough to contribute to a server will enable me to get a dedicated server. I’m looking at RackForce, a Canadian provider. Then, if what I write becomes too hot for Mr. Ashcroft and Mr. […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Ezra Pound has been under discussion lately, and not just in Loren’s analysis of Pound’s Cantos — his lifelong work. Jonathon also discussed Pound but from a different perspective. He wrote about the dilemma between Ezra Pound the poet, and Ezra Pound the anti-Semitic traitor. Specifically, the issue had to do with Pound being nominated […]
Jade Bookends
There is a great Center of Learning far away in a country whose name cannot be pronounced. It is a simple place made of simple materials, but it provides comfortable shelter for those who study there. However, not all that the Center holds is plain, for it possesses a beautiful set of bookends made out […]
