Monthly Archives: September 2013

The best of human beings in daily life remains live in-person presence coupled with the sharing and mutual exchange of the gifts of self. When these are, maximally, the best gifts of self, then there is nothing greater, finer, or more … Continue reading →

“And the words slide into the slots ordained by syntax, and glitter as with atmospheric dust with those impurities which we call meaning.”–Anthony Burgess, Enderby Outside

pushing a laughing 20-month-old grandson with his small giraffe and his pet Bichon-Shitzu in a laundry basket across rugs and floors on a showery Saturday afternoon. Like so much of the best, one starts with imagined possibilities which then materialize … Continue reading →

Civilized Refined Dignified Cultivated Elegant  

‘”Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.’–Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland                                                        First posed in 1865, this question has been the central preoccupation of twentieth- and twenty-first-century writers and poets–the central question of personal identity. When we write, it goes without … Continue reading →

A most unusual process. In previous sleeps, I have met Dylan, Lightfoot, on and on…Last night Leonard Cohen and Sinclair Ross–separate meetings, visits. Cohen was 45, looking much as he did in Harry Rasky’s never-released-on-DVD documentary “The Song of Leonard … Continue reading →

“Do I dare to eat a peach?”–T.S. Eliot, “The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” What goes around, comes around. Sometimes the life one long vicariously and imaginatively led. Had my first-ever peach daquiri last week. It was fantastic and changed … Continue reading →