Monthly Archives: July 2005

My daughter Sarah. Just those words stop me. An now she is a mother-to-be, another pause for reflection. She is a 7th Grade teacher in Cambridge, Mass., and each Thursday she calls the homes of students, to tell their parents … Continue reading →

My French friend Jean-Marie Jacquième today e-mailed me one of his intriguing travelogue posts, from Marrakech, Morocco. Describing a ticklish conversation with a Moroccan who had proposed a trip to attend a wedding, Jean-Marie wrote: “Je fais donc direct, ‘à … Continue reading →

An incredible theater experience: Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, presented by handicapped amateur actors at the Denver Center for the Performing Arts. We just walked back home on wet streets, amazed at what we’d seen–wheelchairs turned into magic chariots, … Continue reading →

I’m so goddam edgy. I’ve got to figure out what to do with my self. I don’t get my new puppy, Claire, for 12 more days. Yesterday I read dog books all afternoon. Information should be good and calming, but … Continue reading →

Four years ago, Alexandre O. Philippe (shown here with his financée, Vanessa Bogehold, tonight at the Starz Filmcenter) had an hour to kill at Denver’s airport. He strayed into a bookstore and found himself holding The Klingon Hamlet, a “restoration” … Continue reading →

I continue to transcribe a diary I kept in 1958 when I was 7 and 8 years old. My obsessive habits were already established, as evidenced by the extended sections when I went back and filled in blank spots so … Continue reading →

During the long break between 50-Cent’s set and the arrival of Marshall Bruce Mathers 3rd, aka Slim Shady and Eminem, I visited with William, the tattooed guy sitting to my left in Section 380 at the Pepsi Center, five rows … Continue reading →

I woke up to images of millions of people standing for two minutes in silence throughout Europe, in memory of the victims of the London bombing a week ago today. Traffic stopped, the London Underground came to a halt. The … Continue reading →

We’ve been home a week or so, and I find my thoughts about France to be more difficult than I would have expected. I am delighted to be home. I walk around my wonderful house looking at things. It is … Continue reading →

American Poet, journal of the Academy of American Poets: what a wonderful tribute to the vibrancy of contemporary American poetry! Poets write about other poets with finesse, admiration, and clarity, followed by poems written by reviewed poet and reviewer. I … Continue reading →