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Pollution and Palin
I am convinced more than ever that we all need to turn off our TV sets. At the gym this old fart works out in, I get angry voices if I choose not to watch ESPN; after all, sports are the thing in a gymnasium, not news. I have to courteously ask if I can put on CNN instead of Fox News(?). Glen Beck rules. The dumbing down and deadening of the American populous is a done deed. As I watch snippets of Palin being interviewed from the right and left, I catch her holding her special needs child (what…
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Staying Focused
I see the years ahead of me, the shadows, the pinhole of light at the end and I endeavor on almost a daily basis to discover what it means to understand, to grasp, and to observe what I need to do as the days, weeks and years puddle together — how does any one of us keep focused on what needs to be done with our existence? Is that not the essential task before us? (!) Everything else is persiflage. I write, I think, and I consider and no answers are apparent except to pose another question; answers are eunuchs.…
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Off The Grid: Discrepancies and Misgivings
As I try to bring order once again to my life, I return to my writing. The second book of short stories, almost all new stories written these past few months, may go untested. That is, I may not send them out individually to online magazines for possible publication which would give them a kind of gravitas. I’ll take the risk of coughing them up on the reader as new efforts. Only one story will be taken from The i Tetralogy. “Unanswerable” was also taken from the tetralogy for Down to a Sunless Sea as a kind of good luck…
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The Center Holds, He Said, He Thinks
I see myself disenthralled by angst and anxiety; things are going ahead; Mondays seem, of late, to be the days I get up and act on my fears, putting actions into place, engaging committed strangers, now becoming acquaintances. Hopefully in another two or three weeks all this might be an active but dormant personal volcano. Admissions to self are the hardest and I write these blogs mostly for myself, a diary of a kind, in which I express openly, at times covertly or subtly, the state of my union. While this tornado blows through, I still work on the revisions…