The Persistence Of Trumpitude

The Persistence of Trumpitude There’s a weird old rhyme that goes, “As I was walking up the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today; I wish, I wish he’d go away.” Here it is updated: “Yesterday’s news came on the air About a man who’s not all there. He’s

So Long, Old Pard

Goodbye, Old Friend Bill Mauldin, the great newspaper cartoonist who traveled with the troops across Europe after D-Day, invented a couple of weary, unshaven GIs named Willy and Joe, who represented the average unwilling but gritty American draftee. One of his most famous drawings features Willy standing next to his wrecked Jeep. The vehicle’s hood

A Burning House

A Burning House And if we go down together and if we simply go down like the end of a story like a house at the end of a fire Maybe we will simply go down together like lovers ending their story by burning it, leaving behind only the story that outlasts a fire. But

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some