^folk, (o)=e

excerpt from my journal: ——————— "I think there’s really something magical about folk music. I’m sitting in Connemara in a pub and there’s these 3 guys just chillin’ with a few traditional instruments (staples. guitar, accordion, folk guitar, mandolin i think…?). Every time I listen to this stuff I get swept away to another world…Read more ^folk, (o)=e

Hilariously Flippant Lecture Quotes !!!

Sometimes looking back at your class notes from University is really enlightening... other times... it goes like this: “don’t blame Catherine, Henry…we’ll get you some fertility counselling” (on Henry VIII) “wife #4 was just butt ugly, you know, being Dutch” (on Anne of Cleves (@ a Dutch Uni)) “stronger the orthodoxy, stronger the proof” (on…Read more Hilariously Flippant Lecture Quotes !!!

Grey

  https://youtu.be/808nTiXLam8 I’m still in this place. Sometimes it seems I never leave. * Gallery, 2014 Imagine, if you will a gallery piece installed, a row of plants at progressing stages of growth, lined up in pots and flash-frozen in time, breathing cold puffs, crystalline almost synthetic. Imagine also the moment the exhibit starts to disintegrate, freeing gouged…Read more Grey

The Ever-Processing Machine

I can’t find my incense. I don’t want to write. I desperately want nothing more than to write. For ever. So then, perhaps I’m just a stymied masochist at heart(less), doomed to miserable inaction for the rest of my days. I do not dedicate myself as I should, as I need. . . There’s a…Read more The Ever-Processing Machine

Musingly, Further

Further Always )i’ve a notion tonight that there’s a further way to live than i do, and that it is far from impossible to live. i’ve always believed so, but this feeling tonight is like rubber on the road, like violets peeking out of soil, like music from strings of gut — organic and all…Read more Musingly, Further

Memo # 12

I have finally instituted a writing day for myself. Non-interpretive, uninterrupted. Awesome. There is a rose on my desk from Valentine's Day, I've eaten a delicious maple & pecan pastry, I've replaced the ink in my printer, and I'm armed with a belly-mug of tea. First, a meditation. My favourite thing this week is a…Read more Memo # 12

Memo # 8 ~ Deep River (Shusako Endo)

"...And death itself began working backwards..." A tree grows up into the light, oxygen-laden air from out of the dark, decaying remains of its parent. Forest fires are part of the cycle of a healthy forest. Ever noticed that serving someone makes your heart more glad than being served. In my own experience, dying to…Read more Memo # 8 ~ Deep River (Shusako Endo)

Memo #5

Memo #5 ~ Simone Weil and Stringfellow The nature of Love is, enigmatically, found in perpetual Act, defined in the solitude granted within the oneness of intimacy, elusive as vapor and yet as ever-present and powerful as well. The nature of Love is dialectical, overpowering and underwhelming at the same time, in the tiny details…Read more Memo #5

Thoughts on Paul Farmer and A Vine of Neighbors…

Love your neighbor as yourself, the Scriptures say. John talked about it in lecture the other day. The good Samaritan, like Paul Farmer in Mountains Beyond Mountains, was a man of action. He was busy, but he failed to erase the bond he felt with the man so he could move on. He was twisted…Read more Thoughts on Paul Farmer and A Vine of Neighbors…

Memo #3 ~

Memo # 3 ~ Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran "What we love in other human beings is the hoped-for satisfaction of our desire. We do no love their desire. If what we loved in them was their desire, then we should love them as ourself." ~ Simone Weil The night is still around me.…Read more Memo #3 ~

Marx & Foucault Meditation

I was going to write a piece I could be proud of this week. Something perhaps with a twinge of the intellectual child hiding out in my supremely poetic(transliteration: sappy)soul... I was going to write something that intersected with the reality found in thinking, rational minds, something that touched on the points of the incredible…Read more Marx & Foucault Meditation

From For the Light

Solstice There is little snow on the ground when you begin your morning walk on this the shortest day of the year. This is the season of gathering cold, the fading memory of spring. Light flows slowly through the woods, a light you could harvest like grain or scoop into your astonished mouth the way…Read more From For the Light

Beauty

It's pouring in clear sheets outside in the dark, and the trees' branches are like many arms in a wild dance with the wind... The sound of the water falling, making contact with earth and with my dwelling makes me content. I feel clean and whole inside. I pray this is not the last day…Read more Beauty

an abandoned subversion

... watching Fellowship of the Ring -- thinking that we desperately need to keep alive certain fictions in our lives. The ones which invigorate our hearts to defy what is for the sake of what can be. . . Mythic culture is anti-realist, and yet it is the most true to Realism's heart (don't tell…Read more an abandoned subversion

The Night House. . .

Every day the body works in the fields of the world mending a stone wall or swinging a sickle through the tall grass— the grass of civics, the grass of money— and every night the body curls around itself and listens for the soft bells of sleep. But the heart is restless and rises from…Read more The Night House. . .