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 Robert Altman Betty Comden Anita O’Day Philippe Noiret Ultras all–they certainly won’t come around like that again.  Rest in Peace.

Trees say they’re tired, they’ve born too much fruit; Charmed on the wayside, there’s no dispute. Now shedding leaves, they don’t give a hoot – La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, ‘tis autumn! Henry Nemo, ‘Tis Autumn §§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§ Fall is here, and I’m deep in a dream of regression. The sensation hit one recent evening as I biked along…

…Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned. “Dirge Without Music excerpt” by Edna St. Vincent Millay ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 9/11 is tomorrow, and like Kennedy’s…

it’s also pretty hard to remember life’s marvelous but there it is guttering choking then soaring in the mirrored room of this consciousness it’s practically a blaze of pure sensibility and however exaggerated at least something’s going on Frank O’Hara ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ It happens every year: intense heat slows everything (and everyone) down and feeds the…

Under construction–stay tuned… above, Ronald Slayton, Men at Work