A persistent rain is falling. I am happy to see it. Trees will benefit from taking a deep drink of fresh water. These mornings are rare. They are a precious cue to reflection about the kid who still lives within. You know, — that kid who “hated” rain days, always longed to be out-of-doors,…
Sunday morning almost 9 AM and a steady rain falls. Days of gentle rain are few it seems to me. Weather seems more hot. Rain comes after extended dry spells, in a torrent. Climatologists expect the trend to continue. What is to be done? That is the question. Life requires incremental exchange. A rapid,…
The world does not seek to have more existence, nor does it seek to persist in its existence. On the contrary, it is looking for the most spiritual way to escape reality. Through thought, the world is looking for what could lead to its own loss. The absolute rule of symbolic exchange: is to…
Is there more to say? The only way to know – sit, and prepare to say it. I took several good photos yesterday while strolling around the Fabyan estate Japanese Tea Garden. Few people were about so the wild life were stirring. And there were the summer blossoms at the height of their magnificence. …
Daytona 500 by Kayleb Rae Candrilli Where we’re from, we know ballet as Dale Earnhardt gliding through the traffic of Daytona; we know dance as our hands moving across a table of drunk Miller Lites. This is universal because I say it is. When my mother called me Kayleb for the first time, I remembered…
Everyone has ideas, even more than they need. What matters is the poetic singularity of analysis. Only this spirituality of language can justify writing. Not a critical objectivity of ideas. There will never be a solution to the contradiction of ideas, except inside language itself, in the energy and fortune (happiness) of language. Radical…
Several days ago I offered a short quote from Baudrillard in an email to several friends. The objection was made that I had not given a context to ease understanding of the admittedly obscure lines. Once again here is an excerpt from Baudrillard’s essay Radical Thought. Added context would not make his words more…
I read an email this morning from a friend expressing anguish at the juxtaposition between the stunning accomplishments of mankind culturally and scientifically with the despoliation of Nature and the consequent global warming and climate catastrophe. It is hard to conceive of anyone now living who is not aware of the event of climate…
Death is coming and leaving the tavern, death leaving and coming in. by Frederico Garcia Lorca Many years ago I wrote this poem into one of my little notebooks. There are nine of these small notebooks, small enough to fit inside of a rear pocket of my blue jeans. I liked the poem by…
Reading this poem a few days ago, I knew the poem deserved feature in a blog post. This poem shows the bastardization of language, a symptom of the decay of comity and of peacable order in our towns and cities. The controversy over the status of the door, consciously or unconsciously an attempt to…
