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  • Brendan Behan Remembered [by Terence Winch]

    November 3, 2020

    There’s a picture of Brendan Behan standing outside the Dublin Zoo with a bemused look on his face and a large snake curled around his neck.  The photo reveals much about Brendan, who died…

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  • Stay Thirsty: the new issue, with articles on Cary Grant, American popular song, Bascove and more

    November 3, 2020

    The new issue of Stay Thirsty, edited by Dusty Sang, is here, with articles on Cary Grant, Bascove's bridges, April Gornik, Stephanie Chase, much more. https://staythirstymagazine.blogspot.com/ https://staythirstymagazine.blogspot.com/p/fine-romance-lehman.html https://staythirstymagazine.blogspot.com/p/nicca-ray-nicholas-ray.htmlhttps://staythirstymagazine.blogspot.com/p/april-gornik-paintings.htmlhttps://staythirstymagazine.blogspot.com/p/eyman-cary-grant.html     https://staythirstymagazine.blogspot.com/p/bascove-kiosk-bridges.html   STAY THIRSTY: How…

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  • “Darkness” [by Lord Byron]

    November 2, 2020

    I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind…

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  • Joan Retallack: Pick of the Week [ed. Terence Winch]

    November 1, 2020

              ______________________________________________________________________________________   The Magic Rule of 9   Your sonic suit will never be a perfect fit. You’ll learn to get by. Just don’t assume all art is all…

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  • “Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie” [by Terence Winch]

    November 1, 2020

    Triumphantly, the bone bore no oboe,none at all. It was eerie. I stuck myprohibitory toe in the lane. I hadto unlearn about enemas.  Nor was Ian amulet invisible to the mauler.Noel, I cried! Do not…

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  • “November” [by Thomas Hood]

    November 1, 2020

            No sun—no moon!        No morn—no noon—No dawn—        No sky—no earthly view—        No distance looking blue—No road—no street—no "t'other side the way"—        No end to any Row—        No indications where the Crescents go—        No top to any steeple—No recognitions of…

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