Sunday morning. Arrived at a local coffee shop, along with a few early-bird bike riders. The coffee, excellent, and what better venue with a hum of voices in the background for wrestling with words to express inchoate thoughts. The mind is like that: associations rapidly intersecting in unpredictable fashion. You search for words to…
I was once a kid. I remember feeling trepidation the day report cards were issued. A report card is an evaluation, derived from the aggregation of grades of your progress in the subjects which you have attempted to learn. Kids do not volunteer for the role of student, as learning is difficult work. They’d…
It is Wednesday morning. I am certain that the spirited discussion the night before about the realms of science and theology is working to transform my psyche, the hidden submerged dialog within, — when I wake up remembering and thinking about words that were written, comments made, and positions taken with strong emotion. Eight…
Yesterday we returned to the Don Earley Park in West Chicago. A prominent feature of the park is the pond. The pond is open to catch and release fishing. Turtles can be seen sunning themselves close to the waters edge. Also there are a number of bullfrogs sitting in shallow water on the blanket…
Desire By U2 (Yeah) Lover, I’m on the street Gonna go where the bright lights And the big city meet With a red guitar…on fire Desire She’s a candle burning in my room Yeah I’m like the needle, needle and spoon Over the counter with a shotgun Pretty soon everybody got one And the…
I have more to say about Bonnie Tyler’s great hit tune, Total Eclipse Of The Heart composed by Jim Steinman (November 1, 1947 – April 19, 2021) . Even if one could interview Steinman, to ask explicitly what he meant by his lyric lines — I am satisfied that would not help. Steinman passed…
I thought to write about this song for several days. The lyrics are ethereal, with a mystical meaning, admitting multiple interpretations. Listening to several Youtube presentations of Bonnie Tyler singing her great hit, I felt the tears. This is not a “feel good” love song, triggering pointless emotion. The story line has a texture…
Where did One go? Am I still One when I analyze, or am analyzed? Yes, but with an unidentifiable identity, without a fixed center, or mortiferous* repetition; serial music rather, a dance improvised and yet supported by an underlying, open order. …a long history that never stops coming back, catching up with us. p….
Getting started is the crux of the matter. The ending depends upon the beginning, or as T. S. Eliot wrote in Burnt Norton: Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time future,And time future contained in time past. What immediately follows, the very next line dumbfounds me.. If all time is eternally…
A few days ago I stopped in at the Roadster Shop in Mundelein. This business builds custom street roads for customers all over the United States. They have been kind over the years to allow me to shoot photos of their work parked on the showroom floor. I can hardly remember a time when…
