Around the holidays I do tend to remember to be thankful. I don’t pray much, and anymore, and I’m not sure how I feel about there being a particular God; in fact, I am slowly becoming an Atheist after many years of wishful Agnosticism. I believe in spirit. I believe in energy. I believe in […]
Month: December 2010
Essay on flight, death, like a parade marching.
(i) The girls on their bicycles stop at the cemetery to mourn the passing of history. How all those folk songs leave her howling in between because of all those notes from Verse to Chorus. Because Chorus is that reminder: something or other about life. Verse becomes the Vernacular, as in she can’t […]
Account of the Days like a Great River Flooding (as were those days a year ago)
On Sunday all these ordinary things happen. There is an ancient symbol drawn on a napkin. The cook in the kitchen gives you a full account of its historic detail. You have a thousand hieroglyphics that you’ve made purposely difficult so that they are too hard for the rest of the world to figure out. […]