In a state of vertigo this morning, feeling my way along hoping the words come. Yesterday while concentrating to write an entry for another day, I discovered that a few weeks ago my aunt passed away. I was not aware she was ill. I visited with her a year ago in North Carolina. She…
Six of us, a wide ranging discussion last night. The topic was death; more precisely, pondering whether death gives meaning to life. The discussion was satisfying. We did not resolve the matter after an hour and a half of back and forth. Briefly in the midst of the session we touched on guns, mass…
I am feeling déjà vu. The scene keeps repeating itself. Except in Highland Park, it appears that white people are grieving innocents struck down by gunfire. The story has headlined the evening news for days now. Not the “one and done” of such stories that keep happening on the west and south side…
This morning I finished reading, The Tears of Eros by Georges Bataille. I am sure the book is not finished with me. Bataille offers not an argument, but an assertion demonstrated by photography of artworks from the Paleolithic to the modern era, to paintings by various artists in the late 20th century. The book,…
A sultry Sunday afternoon, and here I am at Starbucks, moving words on this screen, like pieces on a chessboard. Yesterday evening was spent at Henry Maier Festival Park, Milwaukee for Summerfest. Summerfest bills itself as the worlds largest music festival. As a marketing ploy, I suppose the outsized claim works. The site is…
It is Saturday morning. The day promises to be comfortable, more so than the high 90s of the past several days. This morning the Farmers Market with Laura and our daughter and grand daughter is anticipated. In the afternoon I look forward to keeping accompany with my son to the race track in Wisconsin. …
We are discontinuous beings, individuals who perish in the midst of an incomprehensible adventure, but we yearn, for our lost continuity. Continuity is what we are after… -excerpt introduction to Eroticism by Georges Bataille, trans. by Mary Dalwood This tune will be our lifeline, enough to hold onto for this part of the journey….
June is Pride Month. Pride Month is celebrated by the LGBTQ community, by parades, poetry readings, and peaceful protests to raise political awareness of the issues facing the gay community. There was a time in my life when I wondered why? Is there a point when it appears simply living one’s life is sufficient? …
A man [woman] should learn to detect and watchthat gleam of lightwhich flashes across his mind from within,more than the lusterof the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he [she] dismisses without notice his thought,because it is his [hers]…. ¶1 and, Trust thyself:every heart vibrates to that iron string.Accept the place that divine…
We Americans are “stuck in a ditch”, “out of gas”, “can’t find the keys.” Use any metaphor that comes to mind to describe an impasse. The automobile, “the invention” of the 20th century, is the indispensable means of transportation. How many idioms do we have to express the helpless feeling of being unable to…
