Tag Archives: identity

Something Old

Posted on September 13, 2017 by Boz

I still have the tattered Golden Book of Nursery Tales (1948) and Mother Goose Book of Nursery Rhymes (1953) presented to me at birth. At a time in my life when preserving the past evidently mattered less to me, I removed the … Continue reading →

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Erasing History: The 2017 Version

Posted on July 24, 2017 by Boz

“In February 1948, the Communist leader Klement Gottwald stepped out on to the balcony of a Baroque palace in Prague to harangue hundreds of thousands of citizens massed in Old Town Square. That was the great turning point in the … Continue reading →

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Metatext: Memories in the Margins

Posted on April 2, 2017 by Boz

Two weeks ago, on March 18, I saw The Sense of an Ending on the second day of its run at the Cameo Art House Theater in Fayetteville. In 2011–specifically, “Thanksgiving 2011, Lake Mattamuskeet” according to my notation on the flyleaf–I read … Continue reading →

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Choices, Choices: The Quandaries and the Quagmire of Identity Politics

Posted on March 15, 2017 by Boz

My 56-mile commute to and from work has spawned the bad habit of scrolling through my emails at stoplights. A few days ago, I made a mental note to return to an article whose provocative title I noted only briefly; it … Continue reading →

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The Many Gifts of Music

Posted on January 22, 2017 by Boz

Preferring the feel and the smell and the fillable margins of real books, I had never listened to an audio book until I received one as a Christmas gift from a dear friend seeking to relieve the tedium I experience on … Continue reading →

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Biology, Destiny, and the Politics of Dys-

Posted on December 16, 2016 by Boz

I am aware that when Freud pronounced his now-vilified dictum of biological determinism, “anatomy is destiny,” he was referring specifically to sexuality, which is not my subject here–at least not my only subject. However, because I like to be well … Continue reading →

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E Plebnista: A Sardonic Meditation on American Greatness

Posted on November 25, 2016 by Boz

Twenty long days have passed since I last put thoughts to words and words to (virtual) paper. I have not written about the gleeful euphoria with which I anticipated the election of 2016, the exquisite pain with which I learned of … Continue reading →

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The Artist’s Left-Brained Creative Sister

Posted on October 6, 2016 by Boz

These are some of my dirty secrets: I won first place in the Arizona state spelling bee in 1967, and I got a prize (not first) in the state math contest in 1971. My entire freshman year of college, I … Continue reading →

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Extrospection: Globe, Google Maps, and the Wound of Geography

Posted on September 18, 2016 by Boz

I have studied with depth, breadth, and passion not only the literature, but also the history–both political and intellectual–of the American South. During the most impressionable years of my intellectual formation, I was reading Wilbur J. Cash on The Mind of the … Continue reading →

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The Prison of “I Am”

Posted on June 2, 2016 by Boz

For a number of years in my late twenties and early thirties, if I didn’t have a long, skinny, brown More cigarette between my lips or fingers, I was nonetheless enveloped in a malodorous, smoky haze that I am sure … Continue reading →

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