On Bach’s Cello Suites, As Played By Yo-Yo Ma
In the first place, I hate actors. They never act like people. They just think they do. Some of the good ones do, in a very slight way, but not in a way… Continue reading
In the first place, I hate actors. They never act like people. They just think they do. Some of the good ones do, in a very slight way, but not in a way… Continue reading
TONY WILSON: “Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune. There it is, the wheel that, throughout the centuries, has been used as a symbol for the vicissitudes of life. Boethius himself, in his great… Continue reading
Emma Becciu, a devoted and erudite reader of Dante (in the original), has responded to my first Dante post in typically brilliant fashion, here.
I will favor the details of the ballet in its modern versions. -Joan Acocella, “Love’s True Kiss: Maleficent’s Complex Sexual Politics” What’s Wrong With The New Yorker? -Joseph Kugelmass, blog post title Somebody at The… Continue reading
Explanations incline, by nature, to treachery. They are so full of plausibility that they become completely unhinged. Imagine, for example, your friend singing that song about the ankle bone connecting to the leg… Continue reading
Dear readers, Hello! It’s wonderful to have so many new followers and visitors, thanks to the link on “Freshly Pressed.” I do try to answer your comments, so keep writing in. If you’re… Continue reading