Monthly Archives: August 2013

Enough of science and of art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives. –William Wordsworth, “The Tables Turned”, Lyrical Ballads

Watching highlights from my Carson DVD set. What a truly interesting, fun guy who came into people’s bedrooms 5x a week for 60-90 mins. for 30 years! So much of the pleasure of watching Carson came from watching for the … Continue reading →

A dog day afternoon, dogsitting Saturday. Observation: The dog’s eyes constantly watching you. “What’s on now?” “Are you going to be sitting there for a while?” “Where are you going?” “Will you be back soon?” “Are we eating soon?”(one of … Continue reading →

The awnings and umbrellas line a too-narrow street, shoppers rushing both ways their bags, frowns, and sandals de rigeur here. Sound of tinkling bells as bikes run into walkers. Smell of fish and vegetables. Four plastic tubs splash frenzily in … Continue reading →

O brave new world, what fools these mortals be! They found me under a car park several feet down–Richard. A gentle woman’s touch released me from my private peace. A slow, loving process I had never known before. Conniving and … Continue reading →

“Love seeketh not itself to please.”–William Blake, “The Clod and the Pebble” This is not some wild-eyed love borne aloft by the winds of despair. It is instead, a quiet coming home, a long spring walk in the country. There … Continue reading →

The process of life, of course resembles a narrative, a story as has often been pointed out. Joseph Campbell pointed out that often when one looks back that various events begin to resemble episodes of narrative. Another way of looking … Continue reading →

“Tenderness is greater proof of love than the most passionate of vows.”–Marlene Dietrich, Marlene Dietrich’s A B Cs “Touch is the meaning of being human.”–Andrea Dworkin, Intercourse “Touch is the landscape/of what is possible.”–Kate Green “We are what we are, … Continue reading →

Agent Moi. So there I was turning over the Euros in my pocket at Charles de Gaulle Airport. That and eating an orange waiting for Mother. We agreed to meet here where we had parted a week before. That’s when … Continue reading →

Sensibility is a key construct which people once were more interested in cultivating and developing. As Sven Birkerts describes it, it is, on one level, a range of fine feelings and ability to make distinctions (whether moral or aesthetic, etc.). … Continue reading →