I’ve read a lot. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t do the New York Times crossword puzzle (hell, the only crossword puzzle I can complete is the one in People), and I’m not one of those pretentious assholes at cocktail… Read More ›
Books
Poem of the Week: Basketball Diaries Excerpt, by Jim Carroll
Winter 66 The more I read the more I know it now, heavier each day, that I need to write. I think of poetry and how I see it as just a raw block of stone ready to be shaped,… Read More ›
Happy Bloomsday!
6 years ago, I had the honor of celebrating Bloomsday in Dublin, Ireland. I had just completed a year-long senior thesis on James Joyce’s Ulysses, and this trip was my very generation graduation gift from my mom.
