http://slow.writerscafe.org/Arezzo The original writings of author Arezzo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003394 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's hard to live in Lilliput, I find. I have to cross my fingers, play their game. Their billing, filling, drilling daily grind sits ill with me. They all trot out the same tired cliches. Passing a painting, never fail to comment on the squareness of the frame. Unprofitable, weary, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1638875/ Your fragrant, smooth, white flesh intoxicatesmy senses.  Such cool curves!  That tumbling hair!But when I grapple close, those carnal gateselude me.  I’m embracing scentedair! I’m strong, but you are nimble.  Thereyou go,as light and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1638842/ Afraid of being wounded? And therefore scared to try? You're like a fledgling eagle who doesn't want to fly. If life was always easy, who'd feel the urge to live? If everything was given, what would there be to give?  You have to walk in shadow to know the thrill of light... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1638286/  I cover this blind wall with squares of meaning, and -- in my little way -- I've changed the world. I've taken a recalcitrant universe, and branded it with purpose. My threefold accomplishments are here before your eyes -- I overlap the figures, so, for depth, the satisfying q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1638270/ I think I can remember, maybe dreamed,a bright green field one handsome summer day, the Duke's blue tent resplendent with its flags, his drummers practising for Festival, a sense of things to come -- that's happiness --a chimera you'recertain you deserve, but, like the Jews i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1638266/ We work on this commission -- there's my son below, mixing the plaster -- which is fine. I'm not an angel. God chose not to shower astounding gifts on me -- no, hear me, sir! -- as on his Chosen Ones. I don't resent it -- not now. For man, there's no escape from work. Our ambit was de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1638255/ (In the late 1300's,veteran painter Barna of Siena was killed when he fell from the scaffolding whilst working on "The Crucifixion", thefinal panel of his fresco cycle in the Church of the Collegiata, in San Gimignano, central Italy.) I'll mount the scaffold first, sir. Mind the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1638251/ The she-baboon adored that infant child,and nursed it as it ailed.  And even dead,it was her darling.  Struggling through the wild,the mother had to flee when clan-mates fled.She couldn't bear to put the baby down.With logic obvious to any mother,she lugged the limp, lank, ugly thing aroun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1638152/ So, when in Rome, do like the Romans.There really isn’t much to learn:they’re Archie Bunkers, Willy Lomans:just go to church -- and earn, earn, earn. Show up for dinner, when you’re bidden.Endure their daughters, bear their jokes.Have vices, sure, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1638151/ As Arkansas could never be Alaska,so no-one wants Montana to be Maine.Could North Dakota claim to be Nebraska?Can Vachel Lindsay double for Hart Crane? If Sing Sing isn’t Appalachian Spring,and Justin Bieber can’t be Frankie Laine,or William Burroughs isn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1638104/ Suburban mother, neat, ash-blonde, divorced, might pause beneath a Bedford bookstore awning, then check her list - lasagne, liverwurst ... today pilates, Thursday, coffee morning. One week is like another, which is fine (note on the fridge -- "collect new reading glasses"). She'll pass.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1638089/ (after Robert Desnos) I spit in the eye of the father of the bride of the blacksmith who made the axe with which the lumberjacks cut down the big old oak with a hundred lusty strokes and which they split in half and from which the bed was carved (with a swag of fruit and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1638071/ All England, blinking nervously, is out --a little mild spell, much to our surprise,has brightened frowsy February skies.We sniff the air with nostrils schooled in doubt. Baffled by balm, the fruit trees have misfired.Like foolish virgins, hurrying on their scarves,They’ve pushed out bloo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1638065/ Mubarak is a case in point. You leave a man on top too long, he loses track of what he is, beginning to believe he's Pericles. Thus white shades into black. Magruder, Coulson, Mitchell, Liddy, Dean -- they all lined up to help him tell the lies. The end can never justify the means.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1637807/ (after Victor Hugo)For the banished ones, ofstubborn resistance,France is far off.  The tomb is near.But don’t worry,Prince.  Enjoy your existence.In the Bois de Boulogne,chase deer,chase women in thetheatre.  Rome’s burning incense for you.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1637797/ Tail-Gunner Joe(Senator Joseph McCarthy gives his last press interview in the Lakeside Bar of the Hotel Avalon, Waukesha, Wisconsin on Saturday, November 17, 1956.) Set 'em up, I ain't done boozing. You're buying pal - I ain't refusing. What's with the Packers? Hear they'r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1637371/ Observe my words, and mark them well:Slovenia, Scotland, Senegal, Spain --no country known this side of helldoes anything, except for gain. The big ones beat the small ones up,and chain them into slavery.No plea, appeal, passkey, prenup,no getout clause, no refer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1637328/ What do you do?I couldn’t bring myselfto write a “you’re untrue”type letter.  Itwouldn’t do.They’re back from Jersey now,he and his fat old woman. What did I do?How did I let him down?I would take him backin a he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1637235/ The lion-coloured, boat-littered sand is packed and wrinkled by ebbing water, the sea ruffled in the breeze, smooth in lee. A father is strolling with his little daughter. Above the bay, heather is blazing at the sea. A sky of cobalt blue beams over all, dabbed with cotton candy tufts .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1637161/ Complicity is easy for the Right,one single flag to which they all adhere --“someone might steal my loot”. This primal fearprompts pistols under pillows, sleepless nightsand riot cops.  Who needs aStagyrite?But Lefties hold their differences dear.Eac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1637153/ If he goes throughwith this, the dam has burst.I'm done with him. Of all the tricks he's pulled,this is the lowest, cheapest, cruellest.  Worst.Yes, Edison.  He can't be serious,can he? To execute an elephant?He's out there, grinning like a Barbary ape.Where two or more new.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1637139/ They're Liberty's sons, as we all know -- Washington, Jefferson, Madison, Monroe, and then the Andrews, Jackson and Johnson. Also, Lincoln's righteous sabre, US Grant. They gave democracy, a Bill of Rights.  Home of theBrave! They define our goodness. And oh ...they all own.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1637006/ Fade OutOf course an actor must create a role, but in a sense, the role will shape the actor. How do we, then, identify the factors which forge a human being's spiritual pole? A work of art their only outward goal, a group of people sought the open range. So, did they undergo sublimi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636791/ River of No Return A desert is a bitter place. There's something cruel in endless space: it strips away the human scale. I fear these winds that scour and chase the vortices, and sting my face. Good looks are fine, but all too frail - ask Monty. Once you've lost your place, you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636787/ White Hunter, Black Heart She had no technique. If anyone ever tells you Marilyn Monroe was crafty, they don't know what they're saying. What she did was naked truth. What she gave was Marilyn. But it was quite a gift. There was something luminous, something beautiful beyond lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636783/ The Longest Suicide My face is fine. It's all healed up. Nothing's important now. Butwhat is Tusker's game, with this mother stuff? He's asking me to do Freud on his next one. Absolutely not! Miller's losing it. And badly. Pushing rewrites in her face, on her case, catc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636781/ After the Fall It started as a mental exercise. I wondered if an East-Side Jew like me (Richard Rodgers, Brooklyn Dodgers, Staten Ferry, Tom and Jerry, Radio City, Walter Mitty, Buddy Rich, Seven-Year Itch) could sing the song of Stetson-wearing guys, could capture something of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636779/ Gaylord  Everything just happened wrong. It'll do that, sometimes. A movie set is like a ship, I guess. Some are happy, some not. I'll skip the party. I've seen enough, and I'm feeling kind of rough. Trotsky?I won't bad-mouth the guy. He knows so many things, but he do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636774/ Desert Hearts What do you think of this? A motion picture, wrought in a wilderness, about a woman loved by Gay, Guido, Arthur, Perce, a woman who draws men as thoughtlessly as breathing, but whose beauty is her curse. And what of three wranglers, in the drum of the washing mach.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636769/ Companies lust after profit. They do nothing -- that is, squat -- if there's a chance of not making something off it. You see a soft heart beating. Try being an executive whose yields are down and has to live through a hostile stockholders' meeting. Capitalism works. It really do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636754/ It was a day as all days should be, with every tree impressively arrayed in lush summer growth. As if on cue, the lustre of the grass illuminated you in bright reflected light -- a sight to last for ever in the memory. Sunlight cascaded down your shoulder, setting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636735/ The cactus is a joyless plant which to dry slopesinclines, and those who would engage with it are sure to feel its spines. But once in every year or two,the cactus brings forth fruits: and then its golden succulence its grimmer self confutes. Before the "chumba" pine swe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636729/ The Corsican was never really Gallic.The Austrian was not remotely Prussian.Jugashvili (let's put this in italics)could not be, in a month ofSundays, Russian.The point of Communism is, it's global,or else it's nothing. Swimming or it's dead,like sharks, it fans out (kind of like Cher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636658/ Imagine there's a chair which, in all fairness, is a humble enough affair, the very soul of chairness. Imagine someone sits on its raffia foundation and occupies his wits in some careful contemplation. Suppose he picks a spot (left leg, front, just under the higher crossbar -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636657/ Always the same little hash joint. For lunch, the identical dish --in Kremzer's, on Mott and Delancey, potatoes and yiddisher fish. His real name was Julius Henry, but "Groucho" is how he was known. His whim was to lunch in the corner, unsmiling, unnoticed, alone. So in comes a t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636648/ For my fingers, bands of gold,for my whims, bank notes untold.For my curves, embroidered tresses,woven shawls and silken dresses. The moon always keepsa loving vigil over me.The moon always weepsto see what’s become of me. My payo is as smitten.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636494/ It's pointless to equivocate. I loathe, despise and execrate that cesspit, Microsoft. The rest of you may bow to Fate and worship Gates: at any rate, my hat remains undoffed. No whistle-blower has, to date, had guts enough to intimate what's hidden in the loft. Employees, don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636488/ (It leaves Dodge in half an hour)Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? For, after all, you caused this nasty rash. I've had to take more pills than Johnny Cash, and still the bloody thing won't go away. While some may think a marriage of true minds is what we have, I harbor lingering d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636139/ Hero He worked alone in cold, intensely blackpeat water.  Hadto feel his way.  Laid downone hundred thousand concrete blocks, arounda million bricks, and carried on his backuncounted thousands of the concrete bagswhich shored the Minster up.  Six end.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636091/ Comeththe Hour … When Coventry was cowed, it got Godiva.The French were frantic, so God sent them Joan,and Stanley showed up just when Livingstonerequired him. Enter left, a doughty diver! What wasn’t needed was a fancy talker,back-slap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636086/ TheProblem With every Bannockburn there comes a Boyne.The gods grant grain, alleviate our lives,then send us weevils, whitefly, worms (and wives!)They raise us up �" then knee us in the groin vaulting. Winchester was built on bog.This ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636084/ TheCathedral What counts as old? Columbus paddling ashoreon Cuba? Winchester Cathedral knocksthe Genoese out of his sodden socks,for it was born four centuries before. The longest nave in Europe.  Slender threadsof Gothic columns spring .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636083/ These summer evenings were the best! What is that colour? "Try celeste," he thought. Well anyway, a star was breaking through the colour, far beyond the pines. What lay ahead? An aromatic forest bed, in God's own open air. No more restraints (his wrists were raw still), or confinemen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1636026/ The Friend's Tale His groin was mutilated -- did you know? Please, try these pastries. Do. I love them so! And how is London? It's my favourite city. Are all the English journalists so pretty? I'm sorry -- correspondent to the court here in Vienna. You will have your sport. Be patien.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1635994/ The Doctor's Tale The female died of blood loss from the womb. The Court declined my offer to exhume her. Age of seventeen, of thereabouts. There doesn't seem to be the slightest doubt that this was an abortion, badly-botched. My best guess is, the male sat there and watched his love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1635975/ 1.     TheLady-in-Waiting's Tale       There's nothing matters, girl, beyond The Ring! Are you betrothed yet?  Me, I'm six months in. Hussars are handsome. Want to know the truth? A tale of passion, sex, idealistic youth and parents crippled by stiff.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1635971/ The Tragedy of Mayerling In January, eighteen eighty-nine, disaster struck the Austrian court, and since that day, we've wondered how the handsome prince (one Rudolf) and his teenage concubine came both to die. A mystery which taxes the best of Europe's brains is long past solving. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1635967/ Imperialism comes in many guises,but cruelly caustic, just likesickly sweet,the poison kills all those whochance to eat:each dawn is different, but thesun still rises. They’ll patronise you, praise youto the hilt,and, sniffling, sing yoursentimental songs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1635947/ The clod of sullen clay begins to turn. This soul-less, lowest element of Earth has shape breathed into it. I see the birth of meaning, structure, form. I watch dirt learn. Your hands work deftly, with a quiet grace. They understand the clay, and seem to know just how to find its stren.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1635893/ If you bomb Pakistan with aplomb, and you whack Number One in Iraq while you pray the American way, that's entertainment. When you boast Jesus Christ is the most, and you claim that it's all in His name, but you know you're still holding the dough, that's entertainment. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arezzo/1635885/