I do not know much about gods; but I think that the riverIs a strong brown god—sullen, untamed and intractable,Patient to some degree, at first recognized as a frontier;Useful, untrustworthy, as a conveyor of commerce;Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridges.The problem once solved, the brown god is almost forgottenBy the dwellers…
Starbucks is a hubbub of background voices, like the breaking of waves on a sandy lake shore. Interlaced with indistinct conversations is the voice of a smooth jazz singer in the background. All this serves as sonic context for some reading and writing. Do we not read and write for ourselves with others? What…
Theodor Adorno was no fan of pop culture. He thought it was a guilty pleasure. Hardly. Pleasure contaminated by guilt, a cold glass of milk on a hot summer day, with a gnat floating on the surface…. That’s the picture I get. Regret, a price is to be paid as life unfolds. Guilt is…
What is the robbing of a bank compared to the founding of a new bank? — Bertholdt Brecht What is the brutality of Trump’s racist and sexist outbursts compared to the brutality and violence of today’s global capitalism? — Slavoj Zizek
We join ourselves to the living world by the artifacts of art and science – by made things. We are always going to be at least somewhat at fault, because we are ignorant, fallible and small. The living world is larger and more complex than our works. — Wendell Berry I am an advocate…
I anticipate our discussion tonight on the role of popular culture, according to the work of Theodor Adorno. Adorno lived in the mid 20th century and was of the opinion that pop culture was exploitative, depriving it’s consumers of genuine aesthetic enjoyment. Even worse the externalized consequences, — a less than healthy, robust and…
This morning I was at an impasse. I had no definite inclination to write. That is rare. There is always something of import, either a local personal item of interest, something I care about or perhaps one of the political and social inanities of the Trump administration that begs for comment. I had no…
The sky is bright with morning. Soon I will leave Louisville. The reason for our presence here has been accomplished. We welcomed a new family member into the World. The World is much bigger than our family and we are part of it. There are many generations before us. We are their representatives, their…
It’s unseasonably cold this morning. The sky is gray, underbellies of clouds glow pink at the point where the sun is soon to rise. I am at a Holiday Inn in Louisville, Kentucky. I have more to say about the topic of freedom, as instinct says that I left the matter unfinished. The topic…
I selected a lot of dark material as subject for my blog posts. I am compelled to write about what interests me at the time set aside for writing. I write primarily for myself, to discover more clearly what lies at the root of the kid, the adult, that lives within. We have one…
