Book Review: Howling for Dollars

The Hunger of the Wolf by Stephen Marche

Lycanthropy has been a symbol of man’s hunger for the wild, a yearning to commune with one’s more primal urges; to embody the feral wolf, rely only on one’s instincts and savor the blood of the kill, free from the bonds of humanity. Of course the transmogrification can last for only a short while (i.e.; during the full moon). Humans must never to a primitive spirit, perpetually regress, but should constantly evolve toward a supreme ethos. Right? Well I guess that may be debatable. In any case, the propensity for Man to howl at the moon is a waning rite and one that, in time, if we are to believe Stephen Marche in his latest novel, The Hunger of the Wolf, may be obliged to wax, if we care to remain a driven and purposeful species.

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Life Poem

What, if not
meaningful thought
purposeful action,
calibrated memory,
diatonic music,
enlightened love,
defines an auspicious life?

Thought without meaning,
random action,
vertiginous memory,
atonal music,
Stygian despair.

Triumphant Life:
only success
merely failure
only light
merely darkness
only everything
merely nothing

© 2014 by Michael Jones

Life Poem

Angst Haiku

Rhododendron never knew

 angst as intimately as forsythia

© 2014 by Michael Jones


here came cummings at thirteen

ee cummings

here came cummings at thirteen

an iconoclast when ikons (in a

russian sense) for me only

could stimulate edward estlin with his

speakeasy disdain at a time when

cash and cosby still swayed liberated

my captive sensibility but wait




williams with his wheel barrow

red rain and white chickens

so much depended on joyces

confabulation of language modern

once along with living by

green stein and anderson and

papa plain faulkner southern

strange pounds petals recall

basho dragonfly cuckoo cicada




symmetry matters

© 2014 by Michael Jones

here came cummings at thirteen