April is the cruelest month, breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing / Memory and desire, stirring / Dull roots with spring rain. — T.S. Eliot I may have mentioned ...

Also, I’m working on a revised/expanded hardcover version of it..as well as a new cover design. The joys of self publising ...

It won’t be easy. Poor old Richard Rorty was jumped on from a very great height when all he said was that literature, poetry, patriotism, love and stuff like that were philosophically important. Art ...