Russia, Satan, and the Parviscient Crowd
Edward Curtin Ten years ago I had lunch with a man who vehemently insisted that Vladimir Putin was the satanic leader of an evil country and Hilary Clinton was a…
Boxing Art
Edward Curtin Form (not genre) is the key to understanding literature that opens cracks in conventional understanding. But exactly what form is is unknowable. Goethe said there was “an open…
Why I Still Don’t Talk About 9/11 While Talk of Trump Using Nukes Increases
Edward Curtin With the twenty-fifth anniversary of “9/11” this week, it is important to remember all the warning signs that were evident in the months leading up to the events…
Hoping For Smooth Sailing With The Sea Gulls And Thoreau
Edward Curtin Here where I sit once again looking easterly to the vast sea, the wind and the waves and winding vistas along the north Atlantic coast drown out trivial…
The Benefit of Not Reading
Edward Curtin “For my sister Rita, an artist who didn’t imitate and who died on this day long ago, trying.” It is a commonplace that a steady diet of the…
The Persistence of U.S. Strategy, Anthony Fauci, and Limited Hangouts
Edward Curtin Throughout all the news cycles over the years, you can count on a continuity in U.S. government/media propaganda and strategy. Make a time capsule, fill it with today’s…
Why The Odyssey?
Edward Curtin If you spent one to two years when you were 16-17 years old and full of wild physical and sexual energy assiduously translating Homer’s The Odyssey from the…
Why Do We Love Sad Songs?
Edward Curtin By Edward Curtin and Sophie Michel “A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.” – A Chinese Proverb The…
Screwing in a Mirror While the World Smokes
Edward Curtin We were screwing in a mirror when we realized our mistake. Since the handyman was unavailable, we had to do it ourselves. Certainly it was very pleasurable to…
Hoping with Paul Simon that the Gate Won’t Be Closed
Edward Curtin They crowded the gate, anxious for entry. It was a heavenly late afternoon, the sky blue, the sun radiant, you could see all the way to eternity. Most…
Fathers and Sons
Edward J. Curtin, Jr. ScheerPost “In the mountains of truth, you never climb in vain.”― Friedrich Nietzsche Early June. Dawn brings mist covered mountains and an empty road. The car’s…
A Letter From Desolation Row
Edward Curtin Substack “At midnight all the agentsAnd the superhuman crewCome out and round up everyoneThat knows more than they do”– Bob Dylan “Desolation Row.” Perhaps you have noticed –…
Vanishing
Edward Curtin Years ago when I was twenty-seven years-old and my father fifty-eight, we wandered around an off-beat section of a small New England town. There was a section where…
Memorial Day: The Glorification of War, Not War’s Victims
Edward Curtin Although Memorial Day in the United Sates is ostensibly a day for honoring soldiers killed in wars, it is, rather, a day for promoting war. If it were…
There is a Time for Everything, Even No News That’s Fit to Print
Edward Curtin Substack Without having read the details and having no intention to do so, I am still wondering if The New York’s Times’ advice for Sunday May 17, about…