Bukowski Should Be Classic Literature

I’m reading Ham on Rye. For years, people have told me about Bukowski. Once you read Bukowski, they said, then you’ll know. And so I am reading it and I understand. His prose is straightforward and direct. He participates in the Hemingway tradition of classic  literature. But he doesn’t seem to get the respect heContinue reading “Bukowski Should Be Classic Literature”

Sundays in Post Postmodernism

Sunday, and people play cards in the street, chairs arranged in circles. Laugh and smile, wipe their foreheads. At restaurants carafes of water sit and crowds wear sunglasses. There are hour long waits. Everyone is happy that they are not at work. They drink coffee in the late afternoon sun. She looked at me fromContinue reading “Sundays in Post Postmodernism”

The Classic Literature of Easter

Let us read from Mark, Chapter 16, from the greatest piece of classic literature the English world has known – the King James Bible – on  this Easter 2011: And when the sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome, had bought sweet spices, that they might come and anointContinue reading “The Classic Literature of Easter”

Classic Literature on Friday Night

It feels good to consolidate. There is a lot to do in the spring because it is the time to sow, so that in the fall I can reap. I am reading new additions to classic literature: Ham On Rye finally and The Savage Detectives, both of which are engaging narratives. I especially appreciate theContinue reading “Classic Literature on Friday Night”

>Rembrandt and Classic Literature: Finnegan’s Wake, The Unnamable

> He painted this at 25. Yesterday I went to the Frick to see the Rembrandt and School exhibit. Rembrandt was a master by the time he was 25. If I had to choose one painting from the Frick to have in my home, it would be the Hans Holbein of Sir Thomas More. TheContinue reading “>Rembrandt and Classic Literature: Finnegan’s Wake, The Unnamable”

>General Advice in the Manner of Kenneth Koch

> I have an immense collection of tennis balls. I had misplaced them a couple of years ago and now my great uncle, fine man that he is, has returned them to me. All covered in the same wiry green hairs. Some have black marks from being beaten on the court, though they remain neon.Continue reading “>General Advice in the Manner of Kenneth Koch”

>The Pale King and Post Postmodernism

> We wait. Wait for moments where we’re no longer waiting, like when we’re having sex or are on vacation. And this goes on for about 80 years until we wait to die. How do we combat self-imposed boredom? We think. And we feel. We think so much because we feel so deeply. And that’sContinue reading “>The Pale King and Post Postmodernism”

>The O.G.s of Bushwick

> Bushwick is cracking lately. Arancini Bros. has killer rice balls next to Wreck Room, The Morgan’s soft opening this weekend was a success, and Cafe Gia on Irving and a row of other little restaurants may make Irving St. the ideal walk in the neighborhood. Morgantown is like a college campus. It is literallyContinue reading “>The O.G.s of Bushwick”

>Portnoy’s Complaint: A Review

> This book is outrageously funny, obscene, and smart. I learned about twenty new Yiddish words. Roth most closely mirrors my techniques of post postmodernism. And he gets to the heart of human psychology. It is a classic, a masterpiece of postmodern literature in its digressive, rambling style, a modern Tristram Shandy. And it isContinue reading “>Portnoy’s Complaint: A Review”

>I’m Gonna Love Like Jesus

>  I’ve been thinking a lot about love lately. Both the personal microtial sense of man and woman, or friend and friend, and about the macro level of loving all of humanity. Like Jesus. I’m gonna be like Jesus. If I can love like an ubermensch and give my love to everyone, let it flowContinue reading “>I’m Gonna Love Like Jesus”