Sunday is the first day of 2023. As we mark time, the New Year has begun. We chose to spend New Year’s Eve dining at Foxfire in Geneva. We were seated at our table promptly in accord with our reservation and expectation. The table service was as efficient, our server communicated a warmth that was…
New Year’s eve! Here is a fragment of a poem, Nothing New by Richard Greene: The world doesn’t stop at midnight like a train changing engineers. There’s no bump in the road of time. The scene hasn’t changed. The characters remain the same. The play goes on as before. Dramatic climax is no more…
The Germans are undoubtedly giving up. The artillery in the night shakes the doors. At dusk, twenty some inexpressibly violent explosions (an important ammunition depot went up): I felt the shock of the air between my legs and shoulders. Seven kilometers away, the flames lit up the sky. I saw one of the explosions…
The newsis as manufactured a productas an electric toothbrush and issubject to the same market forces and prevailing power system.You do not make toothbrushes under capitalismto stop people buying more of them.in the same way, media product is presentedas desirable and necessary, more of it is nicer still. Television, is controlled, not by its…
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…
…if there is no great machine in the name of which to speak, how is action set, how can action be required, and what is to be done? –excerpt On Nietzsche, by Georges Bataille, trans. by Stuart Kendall, p. 143 Monday is the “day after”. Christmas day was yesterday. I’m never able…
Chance, happinesswhich don’t exalt me,arriving unexpectedly, in calm,I saw them radiating, gently, from their simple exuberance.and I said of laughter, “I am laughter—to the extremity of outburst— so much that it is superfluous to laugh and out of place.” In the wood, the sun rising, I was free, my life rising effortlessly andlike a…
Time lets “what is” fall on individuals. The individual himself (herself) – in time – loses himself, falls in a movement in which he dissolves –is “communication,” not inevitably from one to another. With this exception, that chance is the duration of the individual in his (her) loss, time, which needs the individual, is…
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:…
A gray Monday. There are apt to be many of these as the winter solstice is ahead, December 21st. Spring, why that’s just an idea… The idea is one of hope nevertheless. Just this morning I received an emailed advertisement announcing Summerfest 2023. James Taylor is to be one of the headliner performers. Count…
