If everone breath came to me of that heavenly needthat constrains even accidentsto dance star-dances; If I everlaughed the laughter of creative lightningwhich is followed obediently but grumblinglyby the long thunder of the deed; If I everplayed dice with gods at their table,the earth, till the earth quaked and burst and snortedup floods of…
Chance for the individual is “communication,” the loss of one individual in another. “Communication” is the “duration of loss.” Will I in the end find a joyful, rather mad way of speaking –and the analytic subtlety — to recount the dance around time?* With the spite and obstinacy of a fly, I say insistently:…
“Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. And the Lord God will give to him the…
Anticipating the gathering of a circle of friends tonight, for a holiday social. A portion of the day will be dedicated to completing projects of final preparation. The guests are fellow travelers. I need company, others with whom to share the risk of thinking-out-loud. To think out loud is one description of philosophy. To…
For much of my adult life I’ve felt drawn to the writings of Nietzsche. I have speculated inwardly the reasons why this is so. I think my attraction to this troubled writer from the 19th century was inevitable. Do we have any say in the time and place of our birth, the circumstances and…
Keeping Time by Mike Orlock I’ve lost time. Lost track of where I left it, (on a table at home, in a desk at work): I placed it somewhere for safekeeping, thinking, That five minutes will come in handy later today or early tomorrow— Just give me a minute, maybe two, I’ll get back…
I am sure about one thing: humanity is not composed of isolated beings but of a communication between them. Never are we revealed, even to ourselves, other than in a network of communication with others. We bathe in communication, we are reduced to this incessant communication whose absence we feel, even in the depths…
We cannot assess the impact that our life will have upon others, others yet to be born. King Leonidas of the Spartans did not know, as he and his 300 men refused domination of the Persian God-king Xerxes, dying on the beach at Thermopylae, — the effect his life and story would have upon…
A strange phrase of only three words that leaves the mind grasping for nothing in particular. Of course it feels uncomfortable, I prefer the defined, something to take in hand. When there’s nothing — I am constrained to become quiet, to cease movement, that quest to outrun time, to make something of myself. What…
Nothing this morning. There is nothing in mind to say. Still the planet turns upon it’s axis. But wait, – I do have something to say… The results of the Brazilian election election are in, the Bolsonaro losers “take to the streets” since compromise, agreeing to settle for some point in the middle is alien…
