Unteregehen – going down, drowning, to perish It’s Friday, early September with a hint the Fall soon to come. Things in time reocurr, over and over. Time is infinite, an open ended flow. But “things” in time are bounded by circumstance, arise and come to be and then dissipate. You could become depressed if…
Feeling empty this morning. What is to be said/written? The coffee is hot and astringent. The traffic outside the front window at Starbucks rushes by upon it’s metaled ways. There’s the look of rain in the gray clouds. Time will tell how much we will receive. Hot, dry weather has persisted. Vegetation is thirsty…
It is Tuesday, the day after Labor Day. My mind is in a fog, and I have no desire to catch up on the morning’s news. The sun streams from the east over the Fox River and it stands to be another warm day. It is not yet astronomical Fall, the season of summer…
“It was a scene,” he told Playboy magazine. “Everyone went out and applauded the sunset every night. Bales of marijuana washed up on the shore. There were great cheap Cuban restaurants … Key West seemed like the End: East Coast Division — a common reason people wind up there, especially writers, artists, musicians and…
“Who will sing a song for us?” — and that is the question is it not? Who, perhaps you or I will step forward to do our best with the future’s melody! What of concern which you and I are certain to have of being misunderstood? That is none of our business! It is…
You can’t start a fire Worrying about your little world falling apart This gun’s for hire Even if we’re just dancing in the dark –Dancing In The Dark by Bruce Springsteen Discussed with a friend, what to do about the yawning gap in perception between republicans, some supporting Trump unconditionally, maybe more who support…
At the Paramount Theater in Aurora we were present for the Happy Together Tour concert. Songs written in our youth, over fifty years ago were performed by The Turtles, Little Anthony, Gary Puckett, The Vogues, The Classics IV and The Cowsills. Arriving early we waited for the doors to open just outside the auditorium. …
In the course of a brief phone conversation yesterday with a friend, music was mentioned. What does music affect for us, when we listen, when we are enthralled with rhythm, rhyme, harmony, and the lyric of a human voice? Could it be we are addressed by a god that we cannot name, one without…
These lines compel reflection. Songs about love beyond counting have been written. Just within my short span of life, poets and lyricists find a bottomless well of material, as they peer into the surreal experience of love between two human beings. And, this is not limited to male-female love, never has been… Nietzsche comments…
It is Friday. I’ve got almost nothing to write. What does it mean “to be” here, to exist, to be located in Starbucks at 7:15 AM on a Friday morning? What links my being, to my physical position in space and time, here-now? The room is quite full, humming with voices and movement. I…
