“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
Provincetown in mid-October feels like a piece of a favorite arrondissement in Paris if Paris were cradled by the sea. It possesses the same combination of narrow, winding streets, the surprises of small shops packed closely together, more coffeehouses than I could count, 19th century homes abounding in flowers, erotic emporiums, book stores, a theater, many galleries, a wonderful library , the Pilgrim Monument above it all like an attenuated Eiffel Tower, older […]
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I am the son of a Pennsylvania State Policeman. I know his stories. For the last year and ½ I have been volunteering with the State Police at their Museum in Hershey. A retired Corporal and I are recording the oral histories of other retired PSP officers whose ranks ran the gamut from Trooper to Major. We are collecting their stories by filming them and hope to make […]
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I keep my misanthropy from overwhelming me because of love. No, No, No, I will not nauseate you with pop therapy or language about how love will unite all of us, blah, blah, retch, blah. No, I mean real love of specific creatures and of the living presence of others out there beyond Washington, beyond your news feed, beyond all the banal and enraging dung that appears on your […]
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During especially awful news days, I keep reminding myself of specific Shakespeare plays and their commentary on our own time, and recently of Act IV of King Lear when Edgar see his father cruelly blinded and abandoned in the wilderness. He says, “And worse I may be yet: the worst is not so long as we can say ‘This is the worst.” The one day Judiciary hearing for Kavanaugh […]
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