Plague Journal, Dropping Over The Rim
“You cannot pass,” – Gandalf to the Balrog on Bridge of Khazad-dûm
Plague Journal, Livin’ It Up
A day dawns. Is it a new day, or is it groundhog day, a hellish repetition of the last four years? This is reference to the election of course. Could this be a version of Nietzsche’s doctrine of eternal return? That understanding of history posits that we are fated to repeat every detail of…
Plague Journal, When The Bullet Hits The Bone
When I was in my 40’s I learned that my great Uncle Thomas McLamb was a soldier in the Army of Northern Virginia lead by Robert E. Lee. The War of Northern Aggression did not go well for Thomas. He was greviously wounded by a spent minié ball at Kelly’s Ford, Virginia. Uncle…
Plague Journal, The Fable Collapses
The tragic artist is no pessimist: he is precisely the one who says Yes to everything questionable, even to the terrible — he is Dionysian. — excerpt Twilight of the Idols by Friedrich Nietzsche, chapt. “Reason” in Philosophy published 1888 Yesterday a friend and I chatted for twenty minutes about the writings of Nietzsche…
Plague Journal, The Way Out
I made it to Saturday. Frost can be seen on the ground. I have a to-do list which includes pruning rose bushes to cleaning a shower. To live is to work; there is always work to be done. Any work can be transformed into agreeable activity with a certain angle of approach. Cleaning a…
Plague Journal, Wanted Dead Or Alive
How do I write this morning? I did not listen to the debate last night. I cannot expose myself to a litany of lies, which is nothing other than emotional abuse. Mentally and emotionally I have suffered enough from the verbal battering that accompanies the President of the United States. Nevertheless I found sleep…
Plague Journal, Our Last Dance
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Plague Journal, A Meter Beating Time
“A meter beating time…a strange form of knowledge..” These words from The Postmodern Condition: A Report on Knowledge came to mind while reflecting upon our nine month old grand daughter’s response to the rock tune by Journey, “Any Way You Want It.” When the evening meal was finished yesterday, I selected a rock station…
Plague Journal, Emasculated Society
It is society, our tame, mediocre, gelded society, in which a natural human being, who comes from the mountains or from the adventures of the sea, necessarily degenerates into a criminal. — excerpt Twilight of the Idols, Skirmishes of an Untimely Man, by Friedrich Nietzsche p. 110 Another day, a predictable concatenation of events,…
Plague Journal, Paradise
My Ancestors – immigrated from Britain to escape religious persecution, intending to found a city set-on-a-hill, or paradise, which is another way of putting it. In the haste to flee persecution, we overlooked our streak of self-righteousness which we inadvertently transported to the “new” world. Early in our settlement in Massachusetts we had a…
