Monday, March 14th, 2011
“The Flippant Zeitgeist” by James Doyle
James Doyle THE FLIPPANT ZEITGEIST wants Pancho Villa, Dead or Alive, Shirley Temple mooning, Lincoln still watching the play in his stove-pipe hat. The audience behind him can’t see anything on the stage but an occasional flash of thigh. Then he keels over and the big picture is clear again. O, Twenty-First Century, sit back [...]
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Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
“Godly” by James Doyle
James Doyle GODLY The preacher cornered me in the dark vestibule of the church and whispered, “Be Godly.” Okay, then. I hurried right out into nature for the usual surrogates. Leaves, a vineyard half in rot. A creek, trying to wax poetic, kept getting snagged in backwater ponds only flies would find appetizing. So there [...]
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Tuesday, October 21st, 2008
“The Flippant Zeitgeist” by James Doyle
James Doyle THE FLIPPANT ZEITGEIST wants Pancho Villa, Dead or Alive, Shirley Temple mooning, Lincoln still watching the play in his stove-pipe hat. The audience behind him can’t see anything on the stage but an occasional flash of thigh. Then he keels over and the big picture is clear again. O, Twenty-First Century, sit back [...]
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Tuesday, August 26th, 2008
“Schoolgirls” by James Doyle
James Doyle SCHOOLGIRLS Schoolgirls in black skirts and white blouses water flowers that bloom only in the night. One of the girls wears a laurel crown, another has a thin scar down her leg and around her ankle. The teacher, at the far corner of the field, sands the ancient clapper which will call them [...]
