Noir
Frankie Noir (Halloween 1992) … though to be honest, how he appeared that day was really no different from any […]
Frankie Noir (Halloween 1992) … though to be honest, how he appeared that day was really no different from any […]
He feels for the tree that did not survive yesterday’s storm. He mourns its removal from his yard, his life, […]
In her recent introduction to the poetry of Dr. Kristina Zolatova, Per Caritatem blogger Cynthia R. Nielsen writes, Zolatova describes […]
It was unanimous: Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John have the Jews calling out the name Barabbas, calling out for Barabbas’s […]
I’ve been microblogging on Tumblr for the past few months as l’immoraliste. Usually my posts are nothing more than links […]
Maurice Blanchot’s own biography—the writing of his life—attests to the experience of life as, through, and by way of writing. […]
Because writing, for Blanchot, exposes all of us (authors, readers, translators, interpreters) to the impersonal anonymity of (and in) language, […]
The myth of the origin of written language as told by Socrates in the Phaedrus: Theuth declares that written language, […]
Several months ago I signed up for an account on Ancestry.com, but I left everything but my most basic information […]
I spent a few hours the other day cleaning out my study, throwing out, shredding, and recycling various papers I’ve […]