Author Archives: Stephen Futterer

’twere few who probed the Bloody Lane Made a measure of the dead And took the trumpet’s long refrain On which that pox was spread Few saw first-hand the Devil’s Den Or that actor’s vaulting fame But a house divided, now as then, Will soon be spurred to flame Be this not the Hornet’s NestContinue reading ““The Hounds of Mars””

It’s a curious thing to title a photograph. I think it might often be best for them to remain unadorned, so as not to suggest a theme. Let the viewer carve out their own meaning. Some artists eschewed titles for their works. Clyfford Still used an alphanumeric system along with the year of completion toContinue reading ““We Are NOT All The Same””

Stumbled into this incredibly delicious toffee treat (Tovfefe?) in VA Beach, of all places. Long story. But be warned, it’s highly addictive. BF Skinner levels. Should probably come with a warning label. If the Sackler’s had discovered it, we’d all be happily in a diabetic coma. As if Chapel Hill, NC hadn’t done enough forContinue reading ““These are a few of my favorite things…””

Brick Dunn: “Now listen here, Hatti. I’m takin’ that lamp if I have to haul it out in pieces.” Hatti: “Over my dead body!” Brick Dunn: “That can be arranged. Besides your lawyer already wrung me dry for the jalopy, the saggin’ bungalow, and that dumb statue of a black bird we’ve been draggin’ aroundContinue reading ““Lamplight Noir””

This image reminds me of some of the more stylized opening credit sequences from films and TV of the 60’s and 70’s. Band-like figures moving in different directions which then lock together as a coherent picture. The thrill of disorientation and movement all on a static screen. An entertainment equivalent of tri-colored shag carpeting (whichContinue reading ““Head Games””

Our maternal grandmother volunteered as a docent at the National Portrait Gallery when we were young. She used to gather my middle sister and I for her gallery tours, often depositing us for a spell in the kid’s area. The space was called the Discovery Room or something similar. It was terrific. You could runContinue reading ““The Quiet Man””