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Acoustic Research, Pun Intended
I wanted to write about this event in a movie I had seen as a preliminary commentary about the essay to follow, but it has slipped my mind and I am chattering now on screen in the weak hope it may re-emerge. The felt-sense of this reminiscence I can feel right now but cannot access and put into words goes along this line: I am trying to recreate something from the past, something nostalgic — and what nostalgia means is much more complex than a dictionary meaning contains. Nostalgia, I suppose for me, is a returning to the scene of the…
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Giving, Giving, Gone
Inwardly I have noticed, rather, I have known that at this time in my life I feel like a farmer’s silo burdened with the riches of harvest; however, there is no market for what lies within, the heavy volume of months of growth and ripeness. It is as if there is no market for the wheat that can turn into flour and bread. I have scanned sites for volunteers here in Henderson to no avail. The work is unappealing to me or simply does not make my bones knit enough to go out and apply. Picking out what to volunteer for is…
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A Meanness of Spirit
It has been quite a turn of events for me of late, watching the world turned upside down in this country. Values that I thought were imperishable are now dismissed or thrown away into the dustbin of history. The right to collective bargaining is one of these, yet it is cast aside by such merchants of death as the governor of Wisconsin, the state famous for the Progressive Movement. When I consider what is happening, I associate to the world of Dickens, the Industrial Revolution, the plight of the poor, and child labor (may I have another bowl of porridge, please);…
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Why I Write — Cliche Question, I Feel
“Sincerely, Max Weber,” was just published on line at www.servinghousejournal.com. It is the eighth short story I’ve had accepted in about eight months. Just yesterday Ascent Aspirations informed me that “Freud in Auschwitz” wil appear in its July issue. These stories are in my work in progress. “Working Through the Holocaust.” The acceptances might help me get a publisher when it is done. In any case I am elated by the good fortune of it all. While I was walking about an indoor track about half an hour ago, I began to think about this blog and what I would write.…