Satie’s Gnossienne, Forking Paths, and Time’s Ever Presence
Time-travelling—that’s what it feels like when listening to Erik Satie’s Gnossienne. When I close my eyes and let the music …
Category Archives: Writing
Wet, Raw, Unfinished
Instructions for the Journey The self you leave behindis only a skin you have outgrown.Don’t grieve for it.Look to the …
Multiple Layers of Reality in Film, and in Us
In several of his films, Ingmar Bergman plays with the notion of multiple layers of reality. This can be seen …
Brimless Being, A Poem
Brimless Being Sharp edges, sharp endings, thingsthat shatter like teacups on tiled floors,hurt feelings, resentments, things thatbind like too-tight shoes. …
The Joy of Sailing in Song, Poetry & Art
I came across this much beloved sailing poem recently, which captures so beautifully and vividly my own exuberant experiences at …
Poem: A Prodigal Turns Prophet
Three summers I spent by the river in the heat of a homeless camp. (Having left my father’s home, which …
Writing Again, Loving It
I’m working again on that novel I wrote about in The White Hot Flow of Writing some time ago. I …
Three by Langston Hughs on Juneteenth
The Negro Speaks of Rivers I’ve known rivers:I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of …
In Defense of Joy
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must havethe stubbornness to accept our …
To Hu-Mor, or Less? That Is the Question
Last week I was questioning whether my blog had become too serious. To even ask such a question, of course, …
