Frank Garrett Online

Category: elegy

  • Fauxhawk

    Repeat after Euro-Franz: Don’t fear the fauxhawk. The fauxhawk is your friend. One thing I will miss about being in Europe: having considerably less social pressure about how I style… more ›

  • The Sky Is (Still) Falling

    For those of you who are relatively new to this eight-year-old blog, today is the twenty-eighth anniversary of Skylab‘s descent. I began my own Crash Course shortly before the twentieth… more ›

  • The Sky Is (Still) Falling

    For those of you who are relatively new to this eight-year-old blog, today is the twenty-eighth anniversary of Skylab‘s descent. I began my own Crash Course shortly before the twentieth… more ›

  • Biomap

    Since we’ll be losing our home in the next few months, I’ve been thinking a lot about the places I’ve called home for the past (almost) 40 years. Here’s a… more ›

  • Biomap

    Since we’ll be losing our home in the next few months, I’ve been thinking a lot about the places I’ve called home for the past (almost) 40 years. Here’s a… more ›

  • Memory of Loss

    The dead will always outnumber the living. One of my favorite works at the Art Institute was Chagall’s 1938 White Crucifixion. In it Chagall chooses to depict the crucifixion of… more ›

  • Memory of Loss

    The dead will always outnumber the living. One of my favorite works at the Art Institute was Chagall’s 1938 White Crucifixion. In it Chagall chooses to depict the crucifixion of… more ›

  • Vegetal Carnage

    One of the most exciting things about living in Tornado Alley, USA, is every spring when the tornado/severe weather sirens begin wailing, and you have to rush into the hallway,… more ›

  • Vegetal Carnage

    One of the most exciting things about living in Tornado Alley, USA, is every spring when the tornado/severe weather sirens begin wailing, and you have to rush into the hallway,… more ›

  • An Attempt toward an Elegy for A.N.S.

    I just wanted to write something for you, not only because your death affected me more than my own father’s, but also as an apology from one of the many… more ›