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Breenibooks.com Review of Stricken
If you go to breenibooks.com a review of Stricken by me is available for 10 December. I have decided not to do reviewing as it takes away from my own writing, my own life, if it be said. Time is very precious to me. However, if something really good is proffered and it is no more than 250 pages I will review it. In any case the aforesaid review gives you a sample of how I go about reviewing. (Contact me if you have a book of interest.) The book was about loss in all its varieties and if anything,…
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Non-Maudlin Memories
Each one of us is a repository. Like flypaper, time and its detritus clings to us, often unknown except at a subliminal level. Allow me to troll the lake of my mind and give evidence of that gone except in mind. I recall adults telling us “Hey, kids get off my fender.” We no longer have cars with bulbous fenders, the ones we’d sit upon and talk to one another. Recently I went to Costco to buy 35mm film and the clerk had to redirect us to a nether shelf with a few boxes. Digital has been so completely successful that now…
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I Really Don’t Know Me and I Really Don’t Know You
Recent interactions on a family basis have caused me to reflect. I thought I knew that person and I thought I knew me and what I have realized, if that is the word, is that neither that person nor I really know one another. I am not surprised at all. We go along, I go along, in our human dufflebags thinking that we are coherent, purposeful and with intention and we proceed in our daily affairs on gross assumptions and gross suppositions that we understand, that we are understood and that we have a handle on who we are and…
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I Am Sitting Here While The Unconscious Gurgles
Again I am at the keys. The urge to write, if that is the right word, is like a gathering of clouds, silky and serene high above. Thoughts flutter about in my mind, Jordan, my son, Jane, her son Lewis coming in tonight from college. l know that within a few minutes a thread will appear to awareness and I will begin blathering. In the meanwhile I discuss the process as I experience it. Each of us does it differently. I feel as if my mind is magnetic and I am about to draw in pins. Here I go: “Cameras…