Why wait for the dust to settle? Here are 10 bullets from my end.
- Am imagining evenings for violin and piano. How long since I’ve even picked up rosin and bow!
- A drive through a stretch I call the Black Forest can be quite amazing now. So luminescent, a golden-yellow tunnel of light.
- Indian Summer officially comes after the first killing frost. It’s almost scary.
- How much I feel myself a dilettante. A little of this, a little of that.
- The Big Question? (Questions! Yes, it’s questions!)
- It’s important to have a place to wind down, to fester, to percolate. To look at the messy side of your existence. (Nothing of that in a Frank Lloyd Wright home.)
- Reza Baraheni is the Iranian poet I heard read after his release from prison and torture. He warned that the alternative to the Shah would be even worse.
- My Mediterraneo poetry project had me reconsidering Greek and Roman mythology and then seeing that in contrast to theology. What strikes me is how convoluted it is, more than even Hindu cosmologies, and how anthropromorphic, down to the birthing or immortals slaying other immortals while frozen in time. How intricately it’s bound to a specific locale and its people. In contrast to the One Truth implicit in monotheism, i.e., science, the mythologies give us a cosmos that’s chaotic, ruled by caprice, fear, vengeance, conflicting deities as the source of human suffering. How do you find direction in such confusion?
- A neighbor’s 2 1/2-foot iguana is on the loose, according to the poster on the telephone pole. There’s a $100 reward.
- You don’t shoot your own troops. Not if you want to win. Otherwise, there’s every reason to mutiny.