“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 Sometimes I drive just to listen to the voices. They produce a kind of balanced, seductive delirium. I see the woods and houses pass by, I drive carefully, and I see and hear shadows wavering inside me. The voices fill my imagination with spectacles from another place and time while my eyes track the back roads over which I wander in real time. The voice of Simon Vance* converts into the […]
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You Can Listen Here I had lost track of how many days had passed since every fraction of the sky had become gray and since that intransigent color had stained the fields and the trees in flat browns and tans. Each early morning I watched the eastern sky for the telltale band of red that offers the promise of sun, but each morning a flat, dripping, implacable land glistened into view. The gray forced its […]
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You Can Listen Here She disappeared into the thickets near the stream running brown-gray and deep with mud. Wolfie, head up, tearing through the brambles, seemed to be following her trail. I wanted to believe that. My car’s temperature gauge had shown 7 degrees just before we started west on the old railroad track path for at most a 15 minute walk. We were protected from the wind here, and happy to be out, […]
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You Can Listen Here I keep drilling down, trying to figure out what remains genuine, looking for what counts, looking for the foundation stones of an elemental goodness that I want to believe still unites us. It is a messy, ugly time in the world. So much seems rotten. Dominated by celebrity trivia and an apocalyptic, comic book sensibility, the global media further embraces stupidity. Corporate elites give the impression that they would like to […]
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