“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 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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You Can Listen Here In one waiting room of intensive care there is space for 8. We sit in a U shaped arrangement in an alcove next to the artery where troops and couples and three-spots of others like us parade to the territory beyond the automatic doors carrying balloons and flowers. They straggle back smiling or chattering or silent or wiping their eyes or all of those simultaneously. We text the outlanders with news and […]
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