it’s worth taking a couple of minutes to listen to this. If not for what Bukowski says about being, or not being, a writer but to hear the timbre of his voice. Continue reading
For the love of poetry Part 2
And so lay the bed There was once a clever woman of mixed blood, fluent in German, Hebrew and English, and schooled in the finest British schools of Tel Aviv, where her family lived in exile from Nazi Germany. Her parents were lovers of Epicurean culture, of great novelists, poets, composers. She went to an art school in … Continue reading
For the love of poetry Part 1
Bay of the Frisco seal There were once two poets who met near an English university, in late winter when leaves would soon spring a soft green from crinkled brown as the ground began to thaw. She was an American beauty who wrote like a vixen and he, he was a dreamer who made love like … Continue reading
The Love Triangle
Love, lust and liberty Are we free to live according to our hearts and desires? Or do expectations inhibit us from loving more than one person at a time? Perhaps we are mere slaves to our hormones. One heart, one mind and two deserving loves In Milan Kundera’s novel, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Tereza and Sabina share Tomas’ … Continue reading