Sunny and zero degrees F outside. You’d think that on such a chill winter’s day the warm-blooded would be conserving energy, hibernating, or ensconced in a safe habitat. And we should call every truth false that is not accompanied by at least one laugh. –excerpt Thus Spoke Zarathustra, pt. 1, Reading and Writing, By…
A real man wants two things:danger and play. Therefore he wants womanas the most dangerous plaything. –excerpt Thus Spoke Zarathustra, pt. 1, On Little Old and Young Woman, by Friedrich Nietzsche Nietzsche, a prolific writer throughout his professional life, said many outrageous things, a challenge to life-as-we-know-it. Reading Nietzsche, I have learned to be…
Memory. How crucial, even sublime is the faculty of memory. In the pre-dawn I dreamed. I was back at my childhood home. Perhaps it was only a fragment, a sliver of sensation. I saw, or better expressed, felt that I was in the hallway of the old house where I grew up, living…
January 28 at 9AM is showing 19 degrees F outside and snow is coming. Starbucks is filled with the “Saturday crowd,” the atmosphere infused with the babble of voices. Life goes on — until it doesn’t. I read this in the New York Times summary of the news which is received by email daily:…
We are not thinking frogs, nor objectifying and registering mechanisms with their innards removed: ceaselessly we have to give birth to our thoughts out of our pain, and maternally, endow them with all that we have of blood, heart, fire, joy, passion, torment, conscience, and fate. –Excerpt, The Gay Science, Preface §3, by Friedrich…
One kind of man will risk nothing, another wants risks. Are we others contemptuous of life? On the contrary, we instinctively seek life raised to a higher power, life lived in danger— but that, to repeat it, does not mean we want to be more virtuous than others. Pascal, for example, wanted to risk…
We who think and feel at the same time are those who really continually fashion something that had not been there before: the whole eternally growing world of valuations, colors, accents, perspectives, scales, affirmations, and negations. This poem that we…
You want if possible — and there is no more insane “if possible” — to abolish suffering. And we? It really seems that we would rather have it higher and worse than ever. Well-being as you understand it — that seems to us an end, a state that makes humanity ridiculous and contemptible —…
Monday morning, waking early before light, — couldn’t sleep. What can one do but adjust… I suppose the loss of anyone is a stand-alone experience, an uprooting, a sensation of gratitude and regret. Fuck… Al’s passing was timely in that his living years were full. I mean his stories “ran over,” as a glass…
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. –excerpt Do…
