February 14, 2014

Valentine’s Day Playlist

House of Speakeasy, hosts of our Feb 24 show at City Winery, asked me to write a short list of Valentine’s Day love songs for  their blog. Here’s a link to my list & the blog post:

http://www.houseofspeakeasy.org/anton-swords-valentines-tracks/

See if you have any tunes you’d add. Happy Valentine’s Day. x

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February 5, 2014

Uma Thurman added to City Winery show Feb 24 –

In addition to Steve Coogan, Susan Minot, Tom Reiss, Dana Vachon, and myself, Uma Thurman will be hosting a literary quiz. Here’s the updated website link:

http://www.houseofspeakeasy.org/

Tickets are here.     And the participant bios/details are here:

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December 22, 2010

Dog Poem Revision

Now I’ve totally rewritten the second half of this little dog poem and I’m happier with it.

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My Black Dog

 

My black dog grips

A lamb shank-bone

Between white-tufted paws.

With his back fangs,

Tongue dangling down

Narcotically, he gnaws,

 

And watches me

Without seeing,

His condensed feeling

In those working jaws.

With frightful cracks

And crunching, splintered

Shards he swallows

To my slight alarm,

And yet I watch him

With satisfaction.

He suffers no harm.

 

I don’t intrude

My knuckled thumbs;

Interrupting

Would be rude.

 

When I wake mid-night,

Walk into my childless rooms

Alone, stung with pangs

Of worry on my sofa

For the world,

He stirs himself

And follows like

A good-luck charm.

He plops down

Near my bare feet

On the cold floor

And begins snoring like a saw.

 

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December 16, 2010

A Little Poem About My Dog and stuff

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My black dog grips

A lamb shank-bone

Between white-tufted paws.

With his back fangs,

Tongue dangling down

Narcotically, he gnaws.

 

He watches me

Without seeing,

His condensed feeling

In those working jaws.

With frightful cracks

And crunching, splintered

Shards he swallows

To my slight alarm,

And yet I watch him

With satisfaction.

 

Childless as I am,

Exiled from animal

And god, alone;

Belonging to no party,

Tribe or guild,

I envy him his bone.

 

 

 

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