American Anaesthetics
by Jonathan Holden
In the Shreve High football stadium,
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,
And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,
And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,
Dreaming of heroes.
All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home.
Their women cluck like starved pullets,
Dying for love.
Therefore,
Their sons grow suicidally beautiful
At [...]
My pal, Meghan, and one lone commenter, sent me this story about Harry’s Bar in Venice;
Hemingway haunt gives discounts to “poor Americans“
By Philip Pullella
Mon Apr 7, 12:40 PM ET
ROME (Reuters) - Harry’s Bar, the famed Venice watering hole where Ernest Hemingway held court over hearty food and stiff martinis, is offering a discount to “poor” [...]
There is alway a hint of truth:
The suffering of heartbreak is universal, but it is important to be aware that white people thrive during these trying times. If you play your cards right, you can parlay these moments into future favors and valuable trust.The majority of white person art is created after a difficult breakup; [...]
The Sun is one of those English tabloids who will print anything to take up a couple of inches.
She got caught having a sly glimpse at them last week. And now we know why - NATALIE PORTMAN is infatuated with SCARLETT JOHANSSON’s breasts. The Star Wars beauty got to see Scarlett’s assets at close quarters during filming [...]
Dear Senator Rockefeller,
I just called your office a few moments ago to express my opinion on FISA, and the Governments ability to spy on the citizenry. The fellow who answered the call did not seem very interested. I hope I did not make a mistake in calling your office in D.C. and wasting [...]
‘…but we can never figure out where to put our lower arms.’
The Extra Points article from FootballOutsiders.com and an excerpt of the comments posted:
Stories are wonderful things- but from the outside looking in, Ed, everytime. From the inside looking out, not so good.
-James M. Cain
Jealous Woman
One can make literature out of anything.
-André Gide
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