“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
It is the ambience that begins the softening I think, the wood, the soft chairs and nooks where one can hide and yet be a part of a flow of conversation and movement of customers browsing for books, and the light, a shadowy light, not noir, but more like a comfortable row house in the city. The letting go is helped by someone who smiles at them, knows them by […]
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Everything feels like a damn omen. Yesterday, I saw twelve crows in a dead maple — croakers inside a skeleton’s ribs. Stupid. We are all sick. His voice never stops. Who can breathe think unwatch unfeel our immersion in all things him, entropic, this 365 day haunted house […]
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First, some geography: the field rises at the side of the road 4 or 5 feet and then dips in a long, gradual slope. Move to the verge to make way for a car and you lose the ability to see into the field. This Spring has favored exceptional blue skies and such green-gold beginnings that I find myself looking for any reason to find vistas that give my eye […]
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If I describe the suicide bombers in Sri Lanka as monsters, I hit the end of understanding. Monsters act monstrously. We are not monsters. Therefore how can we make sense of the motivations of those who strap on suicide vests and walk among women and children and among those at worship, utterly vulnerable and trusting, and click a trigger that triggers explosions that smash bodies? All of these are important, […]
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