Goines On: Dalida’s purse

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A friend of Goines in Paris sent him a photo of the bronze bust in Montmartre’s Place Dalida commemorating the French music icon Iolanda Cristina Gigliotti. The friend reported that “everything is going to Hell in a Hand-Basket these days. In days of yore, as I remember them, the patina on the sculpture was uniform, but step by step in the General Degradation of Public Mores, Dalida’s breasts were polished, thanks to the attentions of passers-by.”

Correspondence: cummings & Goines, and other funs

Self-portrait by ee cummings
Public Domain

Edited by Moristotle

[Items of correspondence are not attributed; they remain anonymous. They have been chosen for their inherent interest as journalism, story, or provocative opinion, which may or may not be shared by the editor or other members of the staff of Moristotle & Co.]

There is such joy to be found in helping others, you’d think there’d be more of it.

Paris Journal: Aperçus

Spires of the Basilique du Sacré-Cœur
from the north, not far from our apartment

Sightings

By Moristotle

[Author’s Note: After our trip to Paris for three weeks last year, for our fiftieth wedding anniversary, I was going to blog extensively about the trip. But the only result was one post, and the unfulfilled announcement of a second. However, when we returned to Paris last month, I did a better job taking notes, and I am developing these notes into a series I will call “Paris Journal.” Today’s post is the first installment.]

By way of apology to the wild birds in our neighborhood

Written towards the end of May, just in case

By Moristotle

Besides missing Siegfried, who will be kenneled for the month of June, a sadness of being away from home, mostly in Paris, is the knowledge that our neighborhood’s wild birds will find no seeds in our back yard all that time. They won’t even find their favorite feeders. I took the favorite feeders down this morning to stage the photograph shown above. Though it may look inviting enough to you, I who delight in seeing & hearing birds there, find it a desolate spectacle.