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I Have Been Away into Myself
It has been some time since I have blogged, oh dear. The gravitational hold of the cyberspace audience awaits my every word. I have become quite bored with Facebook and Twitter is ridiculous — see Coppola’s The Conversation. I find it strange that part of my cortex is telling me that too much time has passed since I have written another short essay. Of late I have begun to cut ties — to organizations, to others, and perhaps to Arizona. I am planning to move to Nevada if many things fall into place and I am working on making that…
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“Mourning Without Empathy Leads To Madness.” — Winicott
I have been away working on a new book of short stories dealing with the Holocaust. In part because it demands much more of me as a person and writer. I have to dig deeper into myself and I like digging into myself. It is not painful — it is, at times, enlightening or purposeful or just fascinating if not damn interesting. Some of us build castles in the sky –neurotics; some of us live in them — psychotics. I like to excavate. Ah, the symbolism of holes, ports of entry and good old-fashioned tunneling. The new work has the…
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I Can’t Be The Only One
Allow me to graze into this piece as it is 6:44 AM here in Green Valley. It is first light in the sky. Rarely do I know what I will write about, letting my unconscious percolate until I feel compelled to say something. I always count on the unconscious because it is a felt-truth for me that most of my written work and behavior is designed and set out by forces unknown to me. I can go through stories and point out when the unconscious spoke for there was no conscious intent to it or design. As a writer I view…
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On Gruffworld — and the Floater
I have just completed a light edit of the book in manuscript. It is at least 25 years old. It may never see the light of day, all 325 pages or so. it doesn’t work. It doesn’t fly. At the time I tried to bring together my learnings about psychoanalysis and my readings of Krishnamurti, stressing awareness, the awakening of intelligence and the primal motions of our interior lives. All this was presented on a bereft planet in anomie, a planet that was experiencing a downward spiral of evolution. Call it a Bildungsroman which the dictionary defines as a novel…