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... of course, we’re all being 'gaslit' now, by egregious suggestions that it might be time to start thinking about changing our drawers, stepping out of our PJs, getting out of the house and the hell back to work!
Jeff Glovsky
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A clock face smiles genially as it marches into sunset...
To do good work one must eat well, be well housed, have one's fling from time to time, smoke one's pipe, and drink one's coffee in peace
Vincent van Gogh
“Indeed.”
- Jeff Glovsky
She’s got a permanent petulant smile... Bemused-like. Amusingly pleased with herself.
Bad With the Good
Bad With the Good
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Marc Spitz
Twee: The Gentle Revolution in Music, Books, Television, Fashion and Film
Chapter after chapter of tedious name-checking does nothing to explain what. happened? to generations Y and beyond: Why so lazy, occasionally? Too often frightened, entitled and basking in “whimsy” and yesterdays?
Why the emotional need for escape, and…
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Manna
Bones quake, transmitting a need to put forth thoughts, ideas before sleeping awakes early mourning.
> > > “I Was Once”, ©Jeff Glovsky / Photo(s) by Jglo
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I started out really liking this book. Really wanted to like it...
A chapter-opening line like, "But didn't the Jews kill Christ, Father?", as a Gestapo officer tortures a priest - is not only poor and (arguably) obvious writing. It's also unnatural-sounding dialogue...
- 1 out of 5, sadly.
A book review
by Jeff Glovsky
Two on Time
My train each day is a filthy ride.
Harried passengers, captively feigning aplomb, have no choice… The alternative is meltdown.
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(A Killing Joke...)
(I'm) Just a Number?
They still engage.
To whatever extent it matters (and it matters to me, a bit sadly, a lot), they’ll say things and strike up bemused conversations, amusingly shifting to repartee… or small gauntlets they feel emboldened to throw down!
“Nice touch, with the ice cream cone,” one yells. “It makes you look innocent!”
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A response to a writing challenge on HITRECORD, ostensibly in collaboration with Medium
On sanctity, Nothingness and breakfast...
Oh, and mornings. On mornings.
On the RECORD...
In NEW YORK, before loud hordes pollute each day, and in MUNICH, before tourists take dumps on the canvas — and in any place I find myself with a café or diner open early enough — I avail myself of public solitude.
(Original full version from 2013)
Donald Trump Orders Nuclear Strike Against Chick Corea
Art & Commerce
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Jeff Glovsky
SOON…
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Dead or alive... Bastard Media right or wrong...
The condition is Heartbreaking.
Unfortunate UPDATE...
Fall Post
In the Midtown bar, the blonde ignores surroundings, blithely chatting on a cellphone, like she’s home alone, or might as well be. Unlike she, I’ve got no one to talk to...
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I spied her storming, arms crossed, smoking, stomping down the roadside, car-less...
One who got away
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