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…
How to get started this morning. Last night’s sleep was troubled. Dreams, all unpleasant, but those have come infrequently lately. I realize that each of us has a young vulnerable child within. What child does not have a nightmare from time to time? It’s a big world and there are monsters about! But morning…
The Cannes Film Festival is in progress, Tue, May 17 – Sat, May 28. The New York Times reported on the festival in the email dispatch that I received this morning. I was captivated by the quote used in a speech by Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky. Perhaps the Russian war to obliterate Ukraine is the…
Monday, the workday is pleasant, seventy degrees or so. I am thankful for the common grace of an exquisite balance of sunlight, rainfall, and Nature’s denouement of new life. A few days ago I installed a statue of a rabbit in our backyard, a memorial to the fecundity of Nature. This tune approaches perfection. …
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…
