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Coleman Ridge
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Retired librarian. I read, train, practice, study, and take classes. Much-married. Somewhat given to getting drunk on words.

Profile picture: "Scribe," by Keith Thompson

Banner artist: Gustave Dore
November 13, 2025 at 7:28 PM
I find this poem about the end of the American republic mildly encouraging, because it is 100 years old this year. Likely enough something did die back then, but people reeled along somehow.
November 12, 2025 at 10:18 PM
Robinson Jeffers does a really lovely one here.
November 12, 2025 at 6:21 PM
Typed on an IBM Selectric that let me correct errors. Videos from a Korean-owned place that had started out a drycleaners with videos on the side. No recording off the radio: copyright violation.

They missed waiting for Sunday low rates to call long distance, and looking for a pay phone.
November 8, 2025 at 10:17 PM
"What am I supposed to do now? I want to talk to the boss, right now! Not you, and not your boss. The boss. Now! This shit is just not on."

Share an angry bird and the curse you think it embodies.
November 3, 2025 at 12:44 AM
Heh. Come to find out that the new function of a police lock is to keep the police out.
October 20, 2025 at 4:10 PM
Share a cartoon from the past that kids today have probably never heard of.
October 14, 2025 at 10:10 PM
I only know about apartment of buildings, the greatest of which is Chungking Mansions, Hong Kong: 5 linked 17-story blocks with 4000 mostly African inhabitants and innumerable businesses and guest houses.
October 14, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Also, this: Flaubert Dissects Madame Bovary, by Achille Lemot (1847-1909). First published in La Parodie, 5-12 December 1869.
September 14, 2025 at 12:41 PM
A parfit gentil knight who is, alas, also a terrifying monster useful only for laying waste.
September 9, 2025 at 12:40 AM
Hence, Durer's angel Melancolia, struck still, his geometric instruments around him. If I read the picture right, he is in some dark, quiet reverie, not sadness. The scales are even, the glass half run, the bell silent.
September 5, 2025 at 2:51 PM
No new pics. Where are you mentally?
August 25, 2025 at 9:54 PM
Because she is neat. She is in the Met, bronze, and about the height of a pencil. She was a professional dancer and mime in 3rd-century Alexandria. I imagine her as having a prostitute's social status, an aristocrat's poise, and a soldier's discipline. She is still, moving, hidden, and revealed.
August 17, 2025 at 4:26 PM
No cheating: post your lock screen.
July 26, 2025 at 4:27 PM
Not the worst cat. Probably only the 2nd or 3rd worst cat.
July 13, 2025 at 4:45 PM
Lucy Sante's The Unknown Soldier, about the dead everywhere under our feet.
July 13, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Post someone with wings.
July 8, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Quote post this with a villain you love.

I have a soft spot for people trying to be good when they have absolutely no talent for the job. He is just so tired.
July 1, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Of course you are, baby. You are just as powerful and protein-packed as a waffle can be. You are a veritable Kodiak bear among waffles.
June 23, 2025 at 5:15 PM
As is made manifest in Iggy Pop's "Of course, I've had it in the ear before."
June 22, 2025 at 2:58 PM
The door is there, demanding attention, warping the whole picture, trying to become the center. Someday it will be all there is. Never the less light, color, ease, beauty. And yet always.
June 20, 2025 at 2:28 PM
The problem with cultivating your intellect and character is that it all eventually comes to this. This is not an insuperable problem, but it can get a little demoralizing in endgame.

Jacopo Ligozzi, Vanitas
June 17, 2025 at 2:33 PM
Not no one when people will. Evidently it's important that you should know that.

"Love" is just a little bigger than "need." Could be worse.
June 10, 2025 at 5:44 PM
Trailer park roses. Not quite as good as the rose in Spanish Harlem, but quite good enough.
May 31, 2025 at 12:59 PM
Where the old cat goes when he's feeling poorly. We wash our hands and brush our teeth at the kitchen sink then. He's old.
May 31, 2025 at 12:53 PM