“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 I find bits of former lives everywhere in the woods, along roadsides, on traces of paths through brambles and high grass. Carried home, they take up space on bookshelves, pushed back in the refrigerator until I get to them or in the freezer. Five skulls, one of an unknown fish, a snakeskin and jawbones rest above my head next to novels. Over the years, the freezer has held the head […]
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You Can Listen Here The body should be at aristocratic ease with the mind. In orderly procession muscles are meant to shim sleekly into place and not trouble our skimming regard. If healthy, we expect the quiet harmony of all the parts to leave us untroubled and the tup-tup tup-tup double taps of the heart to be an exact but dim and steady pleasure. When we fall in love, then it may beat like […]
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You Can Listen Here The prime system of death, the Rocket Bomb, hangs over all of us, and if Pynchon were writing this book today he would recognize its progeny too, the suitcase or backpack variation, the shipping container gambit, the car or truck packed with wired, uranium laced bundles. All the systems that so choke our individual spirits and humanity — the numberless agencies, the technologies, the quantity of dark networks and automatic spies, […]
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You Can Listen Here A wave inside I did not expect when I walked out the door early Sunday. The sun did it or the clarity of the air, but out of a missing or a mourning for something never possessed, I thought of New Mexico. New Mexico Storm This brilliant morning it arrives, a rolling grief because it is so far away. On hard, cold Pennsylvania ground I consider standing on a rise […]
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