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by brian doyle…

It’s all about mercy. That’s what it is all about under and through. Grace under duress. Attentiveness to suffering and the subsequent reaching out of hands to provide and purvey whatever help one can offer. Mercy.”     It was with the heaviest of hearts that we learned of friend…

is that your real nose?

I think you might find one or two tiny things to think about, listening to old bumbling shaggy me up on this stage. You might be moved a little, or at least giggle, or hear something you open up shyly later and ponder for yourself. Maybe not. I make no…

the lakes

Blue was the smiling surface, blue caught the sun, blue was the gleaming glittering summer lake the old folks savored from the porches of their cabins as they sipped their whiskey sours and listened to the baseball game faintly on the radio…   by brian doyle     We never…

a note on the divinity of bobby murcer

Do not think that you are going to escape here, for you were the boy who nearly cut your finger off with an automatic can-opener, which is essentially impossible, but you came perilously close, and what sort of writer would you be with only one forefinger? It would take you…

flagrant foul

He never seemed to hurry but he never seemed to be at rest, either—an odd dynamic, a sort of relaxed perpetual motion…”   by brian doyle   When someone dies, we mourn the loss of his verve and the stilling of his body, but not so much the way he…

brian doyle interviews brian doyle

And Finnegan’s Wake — listen, I read Finnegan’s Wake at the rate of one page a day for more than a year and when I got to the end I was impressed with the effort, which was herculean and admirable, but the book itself, as narrative of substance and verve? …

violence is a failure of the imagination

Violence is a failure of the imagination, said the late American poet William Stafford, who would not fight in the Second World War, and spent twelve hours a day for three years cutting timber in remote forests as punishment for his refusal to shoot other men in the belly….”  …

blue

We tie him down. Blue’s sobering a little now but he’s not sober enough to fight back and he hangs over the side like a dead dog….”   by brian doyle   One time in 1944 we were on our gunboats and discovered our compasses didn’t work. Compasses then were…

notes on the poem Ggfddfg

Ggfddfg ggfddfg s ghhgtgftrttu ,,;,,,,, ,;, s =aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahjs a iw3kwk r d e __e ____e _______eee ___________d ___________l ____t — Joseph Doyle     by brian doyle   It is the quasi-Welsh motif sounded tersely in the opening line that rivets me first in this recent effort by the modern…

mule

The pony carried a sack of seed or corn that sagged from side the side as the pony waddled along. It was old and fat but looked capable of dragging a prisoner….”   by brian doyle   To drag the prisoner properly behind a horse you had to have a…