One of my objectives upon retiring is to read the great works of Homer, the Iliad and the Odyssey. I have purchased several translations with this in mind. These tales remain a cornerstone of culture. Even in Plato’s day the bronze age saga of the great war between the Greeks and Troy was ancient….
HOW OFTEN! HOW UNEXPECTED! How may married men have some morning awakened to the fact that their young wife is dull, although she thinks quite the contrary! not to speak of those wives whose flesh is willing but whose intellect is weak! — aphorism 276 DANGER IN BEAUTY. This woman is beautiful and intelligent:…
Thanksgiving, the day after. Around 8AM and this Starbucks is getting busy. It seems absurd to me that you’d attempt to go out today, especially to do shopping. If you’ve viewed television lately, commercials that focus upon “the holidays,” a period of 3.5 weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas, are presented one after the other….
Thanksgiving day. This day has become a tradition, since President Lincoln’s speech in 1863. Lincoln invoked God, suggesting that the “day of feasting” along with a collective attitude of thanksgiving might nudge the divinity to hasten a conclusion to the slaughter, destruction, and deprivation of the War Between the States. Check it out for…
The quoted segment explores the labyrinthine, puzzle-like nature of art, – whether poetry or theater, or music, or perhaps of painting or of sculpture. Imagine yourself in a gallery, or in an artist’s studio and you are surrounded by an array of paintings, or perhaps by sculpture. Each work is a portal into the…
Tuesday morning is clear and chilled. At last fall envelops us. Hot coffee tastes especially delicious. Having discovered a collection of quotations relative to Religion and Unbelief, again I ponder my own journey. I do not think I’ve exercised choice at any point in the matter of religion. Prior to my birth infinite circumstances…
Monday begins the procession to Thanksgiving day, Thursday of this week. Three and a half weeks hence we will celebrate Christmas day. it is impossible to avoid the insistence of (paid) purveyors of merriment, that this is the happiest time of the year. Thanksgiving and Christmas are both religious holidays, with a veneer of…
Saturday morning at a crowded Starbucks. What is to be done? Concentrate, focus upon the task at hand? I mean, the search for words, to wait until sensations, the reciprocal response of the body to a world sparks thought, a response… This space, the remodeled corner of 3rd and State in Geneva expresses the…
It is Friday. In my working years, every week had a frontier. The near border was Monday, the starting line where one accelerates to “get ahead.” What in the name of sanity did the intention of “getting ahead” mean? The relativity of everything was unnoticed, I was enthralled with what I had written, my…
It is late November, a winter chill has arrived. The “wintery mix,” a covering of fine ice crystals and rain is a reminder that the tilt of the earth’s axis away from the sun means winter is sure. That is the truth. What is meant by winter can be counted upon, preparation ought to…
