Just music today. Purple Rain by Prince ranks as one of the great guitar solos. The lyrics laid over the melody are an eloquent expression of what it means to be human. What does it mean to be human? This. The story teller reflects upon the fact of his father’s madness, the effect of…
This morning I felt a unusual sense of peace upon awaking. Yesterday with help from WordPress support I solved a issue with the back-end of this blog, an issue which had haunted me for some weeks. The solution did not come easy. It was necessary to grasp the vocabulary, as well as to visually…
Not much to say this morning. It is gray, raining. We need the rain. I am speaking for the vegetation, trees, grass, shrubs and everything really. Do we not all live by virtue of water? Blood is water. At the same time, too much water and a flood soon follows. Too much of anything…
Yesterday the news came that Joan Didion died on Thursday. She was 87 years old. I did not know her personally, only through her collection of essays Slouching Toward Bethlehem. She wrote about the chaos of the 60s. Her writing electrified me, and made sense, in a primal way of the extremes that had…
I did not post anything yesterday. That’s the first day missed in three years. I am blessed, lucky, and there’s no explanation, nothing I have done to merit good health, the ability to consistently write. How much does civilization, not to mention bare existence owe to dumb luck? What are the odds that you…
Couldn’t access the blog this morning. I yelled, “help” to Hostgator support. They fixed the obstruction. I’m no code monkey. We often need help from others who have expertise that we will never have. Felt like yelling “help” on account of the top-of-mind subjects that I am compelled to write about. Like a child,…
It is Monday morning, just three days before Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving will be a needed respite. The Kyle Rittenhouse verdict has been on the minds of many. I am no exception. I have thought about the trial and the verdict well enough. I wish this were a dream or better put, a nightmare from which…
Is there no help for it? What I mean to say, I cannot conceive how to avoid the abyss of the irrational, that which eludes language. Language is the ease by which the mind constructs reality out of binary symbols, black is not white, sweet the opposite of sour, etc. These words are successively…
MUSIC DISSEMINATES TRUTH BECOMING A WEAPON OF MASS INSTRUCTION. OUR MUSIC IS FAMILY UNRELATED BY BLOOD. WE MUST BE VIGILANT. WE MUST BE CITIZEN SOLDIERS, STRIPPED OF FEAR. OUR OPTIMISM IS MAGNIFIED IN OUR MUSIC. –Patti Smith I have thought about these words for many years. These days, there does not seem to be…
We engaged in a discussion about pop culture last night. As enjoyable as that was, after a good night’s sleep I feel unease, that there’s little left to talk about. The examples which we cited were no longer current, freshly minted. We discussed Dune, the film recently released, October 22 of 2021. The book…
