A hard, cold rain is falling. I know that it’s spring. The days will grow longer and warmer, as sure as the axis of the earth inclines the northern hemisphere incrementally toward the sun. Nature is reliable, a human concept. “Reliable” is a euphemism for inexorable cause and effect. Sometimes I take comfort in…
It is Monday morning. I am in a hotel room in Springfield Missouri. Unaccountably I slept well last night. There is much to subvert a good night’s sleep, the bits and pieces of “the news” that one would rather not think about. Often the knowledge of things I would rather not say out loud,…
It is Thursday. A morning sun shines in brilliance. Nature is awakens ! I can feel it. If you are a church-going person, today would be Maundy Thursday, a commemoration of the “last supper.” Perhaps you remember the painting by Leonardo da Vinci? How ironic that an aspect of that final week, was a…
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…
Monday morning, 7 AM the sun already some distance above the horizon toward the river, illuminates a pearl gray sky. It is overcast. Gray, gray, gray is pronounced over and over by my grand daughter. She is two and a half and delights to learn the name of colors. Gray is the color of…
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…
Thursday morning. I am existentially feel disoriented. Just read an account of the war in Ukraine, a story about proximity fused mines left by the retreating Russians. These mines explode when a sensor detects a person passing by, scattering shrapnel in a 50 foot radius. My imagination conjures up a Terminator movie… This is…
I have never been a Led Zeppelin fan. Taste in music, taste in art has nothing to do with reason. It comes down to serendipity, the genre’s of music that one is exposed to by accident of your time and place in this world. That’s all. There’s no independent baseline of measure, when it…
I watched the Grammy’s Award Show. I am an “old guy” so I knew in advance most of the show content would be barely understood. Music is the voice of a generation. Several generations and more have come into being since mine was up and coming. The Boomer generation was the one born right…
We traveled by train into the city yesterday, to take in a theatrical performance of Six. My first experience of the city post-pandemic, the streets and buildings seemed frozen in time, by comparison to my memory of the bustle of crowds and of the traffic congestion. The dampened vibe was surreal. Much has changed…
