Exceptional beauty, richness are evoked by disorders of the flesh. If the attracting light of those disorders is the sign of a summit, this summit is only open to chance; the virtue to which a moral goal is normally proposed is on the contrary set aside, made ridiculous. –excerpt On Nietzsche, Notes, by Georges…
A gray Tuesday, winter… Surely this must be the mid-west. Indeed, the Fox River Valley is west of Chicago. A typical winter’s pall has ascended, and homo sapiens are inclined toward hibernation. Never mind Chinese spy balloons, or an earthquake in Turkey, or a war grinding on between Russia and Ukraine, or commerce that…
February 3rd, and bitter cold outside. The number of patrons increase, in the warmth here at Starbucks. I have no gut-feel of direction as to what to write; just awareness of being lost in a vast sea, for now, on the surface of an incomprehensible uncertainty. All that I know is important for my…
How can one avoid knowing once —then again, and endlessly— the lie of the objects for which we burn? Nevertheless, in this senseless darkness, more distant than every nonsense, than every collapse, passion still lacerates me to “communicate” to those I love the news of this nightfall, as if this “communication,” and none other,…
An infinite possibility flowsfrom the multitude of life’s difficulties:We attribute the feeling of the impossible that dominates usto those difficulties that get in the way! If existence is intolerable, we think,it is because some specific wrong has lead us astray. And we struggle against this wrong.The impossible is lifted if the struggle is possible….
Friday is gray overcast, the temperature mild, and the day is windy. Change is always on the playbill. Why not welcome another harbinger of winter? Reading On Nietzsche by Georges Bataille, I am captivated by the author’s analysis of the trajectory of a life, in the light of a relationship, or relationships of maximum…
Well here I am, again. I guess it comes down to luck, the grace of good fortune. Some would say “dumb luck,” a crude way of putting it. How much credit do I deserve? Little if any. Our anniversary was yesterday. How many years? 52 That is a long time by the standard of…
Rebel Yell By Billy Idol Last night a little dancer came dancin’ to my door Last night a little angel came pumping on the floor She said “Come on baby I got a license for love And if it expires pray help from above” Because In the midnight hour she cried – “more, more,…
Read ‘Em And Weep By Barry Manilow I’ve been tryin for hours just to think of what exactly to say I thought I leave you with a letter or a fiery speech like when an actor makes an exit at the end of a play and I’ve been dying for hours trying to fill…
Again I demonstrate to myself Homo Sapiens are fragile mammals. Expectation is obstructed, this is my second try, — the illusion of a stable self is dispelled. My annoyance surfaces and I express anger, expletives, desire has been frustrated… The social self, a seductive illusion, is jangled by circumstance. And so it goes. I…
