Art begins with the animal, at least with the animal that carves out a territory and constructs a house (both are correlative, or even one and the same, in what is called a habitat). The territory-house system transforms a number of organic functions— sexuality, procreation, aggression, feeding. But this transformation does not explain the…
In a vain attempt to avoid being serious, all too serious, I offer this respite. Van Halen’s 1983 hit Jump will get your blood pumping, period. When and if I am in a coma, I hope that someone remembers to play this song. Curious about the origin and meaning of the song I consulted…
Hurricane Florence. Like a massive heat-driven-machine the storm churns the Atlantic sucking up moisture. It’s path along a vector of the Bermudas and the Bahamas is aimed at North and South Carolina. Possibly as a cat 5 storm, water and wind will batter the coastal areas. What we know as civilization, homes, schools, roads,…
Not a “minute of the world passes,” says Cezanne, that we will preserve if we do not “become the minute.” We are not in the world, we become with the world; we become by contemplating it. Everything is vision, becoming. We become universes. Becoming animal, plant, molecular, becoming zero. What terror haunts Van Gogh’s…
A few more photos of the Piñata “contest” at the family pig roast. Its everyone against the pig. No matter how difficult, how tough the pig, perseverance is called for to “bring it down.” Keep swinging! Keep stepping up, and taking your turn with the bat. I captured these additional photos. Enjoy! Life: Never…
There are times when I can hardly believe my good fortune. Yesterday Laura and I traveled a few miles to Kevin and Caryn’s house in Arlington Heights were the annual family pig roast is convened in Kevin’s back-yard. A young pig is slow roasted over a charcoal fire, in the rotisserie cooker. The steel…
I awakened this morning to a lawyer-dream. Dreams come to consciousness as the mind ascends from deep sleep to the boundary of a waking state. Awareness traces the dreams/nightmares that represent our hopes and fears. This is the first lawyer-dream that I remember having. In the dream I visualized the face of my attorney,…
Didn’t get to write this morning. The server behind the Starbucks Wifi was not happy. Since I was unable to reach my blog, I finished off the last chapter in the philosophy book that I’ve been reading. What Is Philosophy? by Deleuze and Guattari is among the most difficult material that I’ve attempted reading,…
We require just a little order to protect us from chaos. Nothing is more distressing than a thought that escapes itself, than ideas that fly off, that disappear hardly formed, already eroded by forgetfulness or precipitated into others that we no longer master. These are infinite variabilities, the appearing of which coincide. They are…
I left the house this morning in gray light. In the course of the short drive to Starbucks my attention was attracted to a fragment of fire in my rear view mirror. The sun. The star at the center of our solar system is a marker of day and night, and of the seasons,…
