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I Don’t Need This
I’m surfing aross the net looking for directories of literary ezines, online zines that review books such as mine; it is tiresome. I have no publicist, no order to what I’m doing except an inner pulse that moves me in this direction and then into that one. Clearly books are a product, and clearly marketing is the purpose for distributing this product. Marketing is America’s gift to the world, I have written in the Tetralogy. Toynbee in a book I read in my twenties, The World and the West, argued that the West has its “bag of tricks,” that is,…
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The Blur
Again, another day seeing the great Blur. And what might that be? The Blur, as I define it, is the passing not only of the natural world before our eyes — we rarely look up, rarely look down — but the peopled stream we find ourselves in. Day after day we go about our “business” blind to what is before us, and if I or you were to truly see it, what would we make of it? And then we die, all caught up in a blur. I find it troublesome, not a little strange, that today went by and I went…
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Things Kazantzakis
In The i Tetralogy I use a quotation from Kazantzakis’ Report to Greco in at least two places. It reads: “Overdraw me, Lord, and who cares if I break!” It all comes to rest in that sterling quotation mark. It is one of three quotations that Kazantzakis uses in the first pages of his extraordinary autobiographical confession, probably the best of the Twentieth Century, some ranking it with St. Augustine’s. The concept of transcendence inflamed my spirit for a long while, going as far back as the earlier 70s. So this genius touched me with his challenges for living a…
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I Am Curious
I am sitting here as the computer went dead and I lost the entire blog. You can’t do that with a typewriter or pen and pencil. Aggravating and annoying, the brave new world we live in, with the minds and bodies of our ancestors of the Stone Age all wrapped up in technology, “I am Borg.” Yes, we are hive creatures, swarming from IPod to Blackberry to XBox. I was attempting to say before I was rudely deleted that we go through the day often without checking in. We do not dialogue with ourselves. We flee the interior monologue. We don’t…