Robert Lloyd

The All-Nighter

Robert Lloyd
BED. I HAVE NEVER LIKED GOING TO BED -- IN THE SENSE OF GOING TO sleep. The bed as an article of furniture, as a tool, I of course find multifariously useful; there are all sorts of things you can do on and in one, as John and Yoko so......

The All-Nighter

Robert Lloyd
Illustration by Hadley Hooper BED. I HAVE NEVER LIKED GOING TO BED -- IN THE SENSE OF GOING TO sleep. The bed as an article of furniture, as a tool, I of course find multifariously useful; there are all sorts of things you can do on and in one, as......
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A Fan's Notes

Robert Lloyd
Illustration by Hadley Hooper KENNETH KOCH, MY FAVORITE LIVING POET (IN A FIELD OF, MORE or less, one), recently became a formerly living poet. I don't have a favorite living poet now; I could find one, I suppose, if I read more poetry, or really felt that a favorite living......

Absent Friends

Robert Lloyd
The first thing I see when I turn on my computer, and the last thing I see when I turn it off, is a picture of my dead friend Deirdre. (She is not dead in the picture, stupid.) Stolen off the Internet, it is an unusually good picture of a......
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Whistling Tunes

Robert Lloyd
Photo by Karin Catt NEIL FINN FIRST GOT REALLY FAMOUS AS THE front man of Crowded House, whose gorgeous, quietly anthemic 1987 single "Don't Dream It's Over" still plays in supermarkets everywhere. In the six years since that band made its farewell appearance on the steps of the Sydney Opera......

Noses Off

Robert Lloyd
As a recognized authority on the subject (recognized, that is, within the confines of these offices), I have been asked to review The Powerpuff Girls Movie -- in which cartoondom’s most perfectly realized color-coded kindergarten superheroines jump from the small screen to the large -- as if in the usual......
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Facial

Robert Lloyd
I am possibly not the worst-looking guy in the world, but there are certainly moments when I feel the title within my reach. Mornings are reliably a dangerous time for literal self-reflection, at least until I’ve steamed the sleep out of my face and beat my hair into a semblance......

The Curse of the Cat Person

Robert Lloyd
There are three cats living here now; there have been as many as four, but never less than two since the afternoon, so long ago and so just like yesterday, we came home to find the front porch carpeted in little black kittens. They had been born under the building......

The Half-life of Tools

Robert Lloyd
A few years ago, passing through Eugene, Oregon, where there are many hippies and no sales tax, I bought a used flute -- a thoroughly manly instrument, I’ll have you know -- which, after a brief flurry of investigative tootling, rapidly became an unused flute. (That is not a sexual......

Walking to Larchmont

Robert Lloyd
I have lived where I live for a very long time. Embarrassingly long, I sometimes think. I am in a way surprised that you find me still here. (By my watch, I should have been living in Paris five years already.) Children have grown up and gone away to college......