Books, Poetry
First Poem: “Daily I Fall In Love With Waitresses” Daily I fall in love with waitressesTwo poems: Daily I fall in love with ...
by Elliot Fried
with their white bouncing name tags
and white rubber shoes.
I love how they bend over tables
pouring coffee.
Their perky breasts hover above potatoes
like jets coming in to LAX
hang above the suburbs—
shards of broken stars.
I feel their fingers
roughened by cube steaks softened with grease
slide over me.
Their hands and lean long bodies
keep moving so…
fumbling and clattering so harmoniously
that I am left overwhelmed, quivering.
Daily I fall in love with waitresses
with their cream-cheese cool.
They tell secrets in the kitchen
and I want them.
I know them.
They press buttons creases burgers buns—
their legs are menu smooth.
Books, Fiction, Movies, Phantasy
Eric Carle made beautifully illustrated books. Here is his most famous one made into a beautiful short film of 6 minutes. Click on picture below to play the film. RIP Eric Carle - The very hungry caterpillar
Books, Fiction
I came across the podcast by the Paris Review entitled Making Light. In it is a wonderful short story by Philip Roth. It is one of the best writing ever. Period. I was glued to my chair. The podcast version of the story is superb. The story starts around minute 10 of the podcast. But I suggest you listen to the entire podcast. It is a treat. Listen to Making Light. Amazing Short Story by Philip Roth
Diary, Politics, Books, Poetry
Stunning Inauguration Poem by 22-year-old Amanda Gorman
Click on picture to watch “The Hill we Climb”.
Transcript below
Books, Fiction
After many years, I had the chance to reread Kafka’s Metamorphosis. When I first encountered the piece, I was enthralled by the thought experiment Kafka pursued in the story. What if you wake up in the morning and you have turned into a little bug, but you still have your full consciousness? You can still understand what human beings are saying but they cannot understand you anymore and they see you a non-human terrifying, little creature to run away from. How would you feel? How would you cope with this situation?Franz Kafka’s “Metamorphosis”