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Lost Ended (praise the lord).
Short Version: Jack Shephard had daddy issues. The boy in black had mommy issues. Go figure. Longer Version The great thing about Lost was its ensemble. Even conceding the mythology was complex for a television show- if you’ve spent your life steeped in spec-fic, well, *shrug*. The science was wonky, the fantasy clunky. The only […]
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Discharging Gods on the High Seas.
“Protestants like to be good and have invented theology in order to keep themselves so. Catholics like to be bad and have invented theology in order to keep their neighbours good” , Bertrand Russell, “On Catholic and Protestant Skeptics” Why I am not a Christian. If you know me at all, you probably know I […]
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Things I miss about fiction.
It’s been years since I read fiction seriously- not as a fly-by night affair punctuating ‘real reading’ but fully awake, pencil in hand. The novel is Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall, set in Tudor England, focused on the ascendancy of Thomas Cromwell, the minister who got Henry VIII his first divorce (and lost his life after […]
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An experiment, begun with Larkin.
Blues Shouter. There ain’t no music East side of this city That’s mellow like mine is, That’s mellow like mine. Wooden guitar, light cavern Where the strings pound: Hideout, haven, Romping walk of sound. Innocent beat No one can imprison, No one can rob or cheat, Bully or argue down. Honour the shaking Chamber under […]