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The thought of suicide is a great source of comfort: with it a calm passage is to be made across many a bad night. — Friedrich Nietzsche ‘Beyond Good and Evil’

Chaos

‘Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.’ —Henry Miller, ‘Tropic of Capricorn’

Music Movies True Fiction

39,000 feet
69½ Jane
82-yard punt
A healing place
A scattering of atoms
America
And how was your day?!
And then the caregiver dies
As it happened
Astonishing possible reunion at the center of the universe
Ave Maria by Maria Callas
‘Age of the Antichrist’
‘Everybody Knows’ Leonard Cohen
‘The Country of the Blind’
‘Who the fuck are you?’
‘You believe in Jesus?’
▪️
♏️
Bad date night
Bad trip
Beethoven Symphonies
Best advice for stressed-out humans
Bill Doggett
Blonde hair flying
Bob Dylan’s Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech
Brando interviews
Capucine’s sad last scene
Christina Ricci in ‘Monstrous’
Computerized super humans will replace us mere mortals
Contemplating the continuum of electromagnetic energy
Correspondents
Cure for insanity
David Cronenberg Redux
Death artist’s brutal death
Deborah Kerr, one classy actress
Dreamers and Screamers
Driving without poetic license
Dylan
𑐫𑐾𑑃 𑐡𑐾𑐫𑑂‎ / येँ देय्
Elvis 2 songs
Elvis’s grandson was a troubled young man
Faith Hill belts it out
First, you’ve got to get mad…
Four years
Frank Wolff’s cut-throat life as an actor
Give me my legs, Lourdie Jones!
Gloria
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!
Goodnight
Growing old together
Guest column: Moving to Florida is a bad idea
Hallelujah!
Hell on Paradise Highway
Henry Silva
Hitman of the heart
Home run king!
I have seen the light…
I think you’ll be happy with it
I’ll be here
I’ll be on my way
Indestructible atoms
Is this death?
Je me souviens
Jesus — real or phony?
June Carter Cash
Leadbelly
Like a Rolling Stone
Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts
Loneliness, a beginning
Make America Tough Again
Marilyn — life in photos
Meghan and the City
Mortal goddess
Multiverse
Music for insomniacs
Near the end
Newsletter
Noir
Notes for ‘A million miles away in Fishkill’
Only a few… patches of blue!
Outside Bloomingdale’s
Pelé
Perce and Isabel
Pictures of Christ
Postcard from Nassau
Queen’s piper plays final lament
Reggae love
Remembering Will
Say what?
Sex and horror
Silver Surfer — an introduction
Stop the biscuits from dancing
Summer Wind
Super anti-hero
Susan
Susan in Sydney
The art of homelessness
The body removal man
The Brando interviews
The crazy life of Billy Mickle
The Dude is back as ‘The Old Man’
The heat of battle
The lonely brothel blues
The misery of isolation
The naked window
The next boat out
The Next in Paradise
The Old Man of the Mountain
The sound of gunfire
The story of a song
The Underground Man
The welder
The young woman in the library
Tom Hanks health concerns
Too many worries
Tor Holmström, where are you?
Vengeance is mine, saith the hooker
Where you been, Marco Polo?
Will
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
Woman of the Year
Yellowknife girl
You never touch me anymore

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