“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
You Can Listen Here Each time a hulking-coated, skull-capped bear-thing left the shadow of the overhang, the starlings took off in one whooshing mass from the cherry whose last fruits they were stripping en masse. They wheeled over the stores to the north, staying together, shifting in simultaneous pressure waves, reversed course, and in a boomerang curve gushed back to this lone tree set in hardpan soil at the edge of a parking lot. As […]
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You Can Listen Here The strain in the chest wall I thought may be my heart expressing a problem so best see the doc who told me about angor animi, “a sense of impending doom,” a medical term that describes the patient’s crushing sense in body and mind that he or she is in danger of imminent death, and a term that sounds about right for the jagged anxieties coursing through the body social and body politic […]
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You Can Listen Here Montaigne writes that “we drag everything along with us,”* the dead most of all, I think. In the course of a week my father, gone since ‘04, came back twice. He accompanied my brother in a dream; my brother asked if I was doing alright; was I well? My father sat near him, eating, silent, white-haired, dressed in a red pullover he wore to play golf. Then this — the […]
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You Can Listen Here Below the crest of the field to the south, keep walking until all the houses and their artificial light fall as lost to view as the road. At that spot slowly turn in a complete circle and nothing else but trees and grass will fill the eyes. Do this at the final flush of light from a vanished sun, and then hold your breath for a piece of time when all the traffic sounds […]
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