The Unfinished Revolution Essays on the Revolutionary American Experience by Matthew Paris 1. The Unfinished Revolution 2. The Miracle Of Healing 3. The Uses Of History 4. The Protean Character of our Founders 5. John Adams 6. Hamilton Versus Jefferson 7. Jefferson’s Thought As A Handle On Our Current Laws 8 The Living George Washington
Charlie Chan In Plattsburgh A Play By Matthew Paris Characters; Lane K. Snopes Charlie Chan Mozart Shakespeare Michelangelo Act One (In a room that has the haunted emptiness of a studio there are two or three gauzy draperies or wide columns behind which one can hide if they choose. One might even retire into deep
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This is a strange tale at best. Back in the late 50s I discovered that there were two kinds of Americans blues singing guitar players, one from kind from the East with precise virtuoso technique who could play in all the keys, who often sang in a sardonic urbane style. Then there was what one
(With Ilana Abramovitch) MP- Talking about Judaism as a unifying principal in theatre and life, I’m wondering what you think about the connection between tradition and change. If we are talking about a religion, about ritual practices, how do you satisfy on the one hand the need for continuity, the sense of a connection with
M.P.- You came from a family of writers; your father, brother and older sister were authors. Could you tell me the kind of books that your father wrote? I.S.- Well, my father was a pious man, an orthodox rabbi and he wrote religious books: commentaries on the Talmud. My older brother was a writer of
IS: (While having a magnificent lunch with his wife Marian, his son Adam, and M.P.) I think things are absolutely random. Look at physics; you can’t predict the specific movement of the atoms. You can expect that certain things will probably happen, but you can’t be certain. The same for human affairs. We can be
French Baudelaire To The Reader In tired lovers chewing breasts and thighs In neural demons waltzing through the brain In dirty unseen streams of sighs Falling with a hiss beyond your breathy pain That pride of evil, the magic demon Who smokes endlessly like a chemist Whispering, pours atomic semen In the New Man: a
Dunhill Poems Beasts at a feast, ducks pressed, undressed A table of grouse and meat Gooseberry tarts near the nether parts From the eggs to the tripe and the seat Is my idea of an Advent roast With mewling inebriate mirth With two strong pints and a scowling toast Wearing pants of a comfortable girth.
Doppler Ray Mama Indigo lights In the Milky Way clouds Whirling in flights In barely seen crowds Where Doppler rays bend Weary, deep red At the ultimate end Of the dead and undead. Pour mist from that beaker Of nitrogen gas Pilgrim and seeker Of substance and mass If the rocket’s a wreck Our engines
