“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
Requiem for the Croppies by Seamus Heaney The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley… No kitchens on the run, no striking camp… We moved quick and sudden in our own country. The priest lay behind ditches with the tramp. A people hardly marching… on the hike… We found new tactics happening each day: We’d cut through reins and rider with the pike And stampede cattle into infantry, Then retreat […]
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The video is of poor quality, grainy, badly focused and framed, but for me it captures the power of theater to rise up in one moment on one night, a scene never to be repeated, and offer beauty and catharsis and a sense of gratitude that you had seen this. Sondheim’s lyrics show us a park and water, grass, trees, and light, especially light, filtered through the painter’s perception. In so […]
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I love crows and their corvid cousins, ravens. They are not cute. They grow plentiful around battlefields and garbage dumps. If I fell in the woods or fields, they would eat me and spread the word “Here we feast!” They are omnivorous and will gobble down baby birds. Beautiful and smart, the brightest of the birds, they are tool users and capable of recognizing individual human faces, capable of mourning […]
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I like talking to strangers. I do observe the fine, intuitive line that tells me who wants to have a conversation and who does not. Pushing beyond that line is rude. That said, the weather always makes for a good opening or ‘did you see that?’ or ‘what do you like to read?’, as in my current job at a bookstore or simply “good morning!” Loneliness is the great affliction […]
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