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Author Archives: Kenneth Hill

whitney houston: new album, michael jackson fill-in, and her biggest threat 0

Whitney Houston will release I Look To You on August 31, her first studio album in seven years. Can the absent diva who launched a thousand “crack is whack” jokes win our hearts again? It remains to be seen. Even if our hearts are willing, it takes more than just showing up to claim a […]

they just held each other out there under the stars 0

I do not know if they talked or went to bed together on that first night. For a long time they just held each other out there under the stars. And people say they noticed how tightly O was holding Boy, pulling him closer and closer to him, as if he was clutching at him, […]

live storytelling by loose women, tragic men, heroes, faeries and other everyday people 0

“Instead of going to Planned Parenthood, we went to brunch.” Long before the world revolved around the language of zeros and ones, cable television, Trip Advisor and Twitter, the tradition of storytelling was a primary means of human communication. Storytelling is how mankind records history, passes on knowledge and entertains others. From oral storytelling to […]

never slept better in my life 0

I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world. This soothing savage had redeemed it. There he sat, his very indifference speaking in a nature in which there lurked no civilized hypocrisies and bland deceits. Wild he was; a very sight of sights to […]

he genuinely adores me 2

It is true that I have my young king who genuinely adores me. You cannot form an idea of our relations…. He says he can hardly believe that he really possesses me. None can read without astonishment, without enchantment, the letters he writes me. Text: The composer Richard Wagner writing to Mme. Eliza Wille about […]

bliss: he said, he said 0

He said: If I could trace the lines that ran Between your smile and your sleight of hand, I would guess that you put something up my sleeve. Now every time I see your face, the bells ring in a far-off place, We can find each other this way I believe. He said: As my […]

you’re gonna make me lonesome when you go 0

Flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy, Crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme, Blue river runnin’ slow and lazy, I could stay with you forever And never realize the time. Situations have ended sad, Relationships have all been bad. Mine’ve been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud. But there’s no way I can compare All those scenes […]

not married, but willing to be 1

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the […]

we don’t cry — tim and i 2

We don’t cry — Tim and I, We are far too grand — But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend — Then we hide our brave face Deep in our hand — Not to cry — Tim and I — We are far too grand — Nor to dream — he and […]

i’m your man 0

If you want a lover I’ll do anything you ask me to If you want another kind of love I’ll wear a mask for you If you want a partner take my hand, or if you want to strike me down in anger here I stand I’m your man Text: Leonard Cohen, I’m Your Man […]

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