January 1, 1965
Her Delirium
The old lady (a child of seven) cried in her sleep stop beating me! Zu hilfe! Zu hilfe! In the dark cellar her sons had murdered… And the policeman was […]
January 1, 1965
Et tu, Neanderthal
“You may enter. The first door must be closed before the second may be opened. Air must not come in and touch the walls. Humidity.” Helen grasped, really, only the […]
January 1, 1965
Fred’s Case
To Ed McClanahan Where others have a thing for wrens, grosbeaks And orioles, with Fred it’s nighttime hens. No choice, he says, at all. Says that it seems As […]
January 1, 1965
To Eat the Sea
The Oysters Of Locmariaquer by Eleanor Clark. Pantheon Books, a division of Random House, $4.95. I guess I was asked to review this book because I’ve written on the pleasures […]
January 1, 1965
My Grandmother at the Library
Her life’s untempered still. In summer she’ll drop reserve and coolly telephone enemies she’s made to make it up. “Did you know Aristippus thought motion happiness?” She’ll slump and laugh, […]
January 1, 1965
Looking
What was I looking for today? All that poking under the rugs, Peering under the lamps and chairs, Or going from room to room that way, Forever up and down […]
January 1, 1965
For Adolf Eichmann
And just as you carried out a policy of not wanting to share the earth with the Jewish people . . . (as though you and your superiors had any […]
January 1, 1965
A Conversation with T. S. Eliot
I have always been interested in the great and lively sweep of T. S. Eliot’s ideas and interests, and usually take the opportunity to discuss them with him on the […]
January 1, 1965
I Sometimes Said to Stéphane Mallarmé…
From the French. I sometimes said to Stéphane Mallarmé: “Some find fault with you and others laugh you to scorn. You arouse rage and pity. It is a simple […]
January 1, 1965
The Still Sea
When one sleeps in a house by the see, one’s window open to the sea, the crashing and rolling and gasping and sighing come in, right into the room, on […]
January 1, 1965
Zion as Main Street
Waiting for the End by Leslie A. Fiedler. Stein and Day, $5.95. Once upon a time when Alienation was a new word the doctors prescribed culture pills. The patient recovered […]
January 1, 1965
The Second New York Film Festival
Last September’s New York Film Festival was again a coalition of the center, necessary because it was the only one possible. Cinema being the arriviste of the art forms, there […]