The wall is a there. That terminus for every man, in every woman’s future. You likely guess my meaning. Just as there was a time before my entry, there will be a time for exiting. Time. Birth and death are measured in time. Our manner of conversation marks birth dates, and in the obituary,…
Preludes of science— Do you really believe that the sciences would ever have originated and grown if the way had not been prepared by magicians, alchemists, astrologers, and witches whose promises and pretensions first had to create a thirst, a hunger, a taste for hidden and forbidden powers? Indeed, infinitely more had to be…
To the sanctimonious, filing into your house of worship pews anticipating the show, eager to note down the happy-talk words of your pastor, shill for a discounted Jesus, conjuring up feelings of self-satisfaction about moral living that you can afford — are you not entertained! To those who preach morals— I do not wish…
I composed an email in reply to a friend. The exchange between us had to do with the contentious pro-choice vs the pro-life viewpoints. Pragmatically the subject has to do with a woman’s rights of privacy and health care choice. To engage with another male friend about the subject causes an unsettled feeling. …
Yesterday was Saturday. An enjoyable summertime activity is our Batavia Farmer’s Market. We have a casual acquaintance with several of the vendors that we have patronized often. The breakfast taco prepared by the owners of El Taco Grande is just right, and I feel fortunate to be their customer. While eating our breakfast taco…
Learning from artists — How can we make thingsbeautiful, attractive, and desirable for us when they are not?And I rather think that in themselves they never are. … from artists whoare really continually tryingto bring off such inventions and feats. Moving awayfrom things untilthere is a good deal that one no longer seesand there…
The poem came my way yesterday. Life is long and arduous, all the more so for humans. Risk and suffering cannot be “structured out” as we Americans are accustomed to think. There is no manifest destiny. We are not on-a-mission-for-god. Just because you and I have a voice, because our system of transfer of…
America, the land of hopes and dreams… or so it is said in the Springsteen lyric. Time enough for you and I to look around, to consider what your eyes see… I remember the road trip out west with a friend, when we visited Los Angles, Beverly Hills. I still remember what I saw….
I was asked to say more about the Louisville Pride parade of this past weekend. I thought about what the event meant to me, as a straight male. Lived experience means something different for each of us. We depend upon words to communicate our internal experience which is personal, intimate, private and concealed. No…
One thing is needful— To “give style” to one’s character– a great and rare art. It is practiced by those who survey all the strengths and weaknesses of their nature and then fit them into an artistic plan until every one of them appears as art and reason and even weaknesses delight the eye….
