It’s honestly getting to be like Charlie Brown and the football, me and these right-wing intellectuals. I mean it when I say I expect more from these people. I didn’t expect the world from Hayek. I know how much a “Nobel” in economics is worth. The Road to Serfdom might...
From 1 angleI sometimes thinkThat any given 2 peopleAs 2 Euclidean pointsDefine a lineWhich extends to infinityIn both directionsThrough — into — beyond — each pointLeaving no value in space or timeUntouched - outside its domainUntil the line completely subsumesThe invisible pointsA parallel perspectiveOccasionally occurs to meNo less compellingThat those 2 pointsAre no line, just... Continue Reading →
Feast:My hunger is no method actor; love,In the beginning, laid my hunger downOn mossy music. Days unworthy ofHer gaze are days no more. It all had grownAround her: every step a grape, to drownIn wine that went with every kind of food;Compared to non-existence, it was good.Milk, honey, coffee, spices; all was inHer custody. I... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/6Ap7AQC5q0s It seems I've always been the praying sort,If prayer is weeping along with FM songsUpon the lonely road. That human heartWill break in slow 4/4; the rights, the wrongsOf childish lyrics; mélange of minor chords.And all those setting suns I've spoken toIntoning grace. Amen. Muttered wordsThat disappeared like smoke into the blue.And birds, blossoms,... Continue Reading →
Slavery didn’t end in the United States on January 1, 1863, with President Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation. As the National Archives notes, the proclamation. In fact, it wasn’t until the summer of 1865 — two and a half years after the proclamation — that slaves in Texas were informed of their freedom. On...
about this piece Untitled (Chispitas)2021Acrylic and gouache on paper15" x 12" (framed) See More in Art...
when i fallplummetingsure as an arrowinto the deep watersof loveit doesn’t matterthat it's black as the pitmy eyes are faultybut my heart is sureyet navigating by the heartis a tricky businessakin to being a privateermarauding the open oceanfor a prizethere is none warrantedto issue an act of gracehence wewith no protectionare held accountablefor all we... Continue Reading →
When she holds the tin up to her ear, she could swear that she hears a voice. Not enough to recognise. It is, without doubt, one of the boys there for the season. One of the new friends her brother recruits every summer. Never the same — they seem to outgrow him, all of his... Continue Reading →
Reading (well, listening to) this book, appropriately enough given its content and tone, was an experience. Historian of religions Erik Davis landed this book right into two registers that produce very different emotional responses for me. One register is that of chewy, involved, critical intellectual history, a happy place for...
In the New England dirt, freshmen parents planted roots. A mom, dad, andchild drove around town spotting fledgling land. Settlers without blueprints,a family built a home. Dreams in hands clutched like scratch off tickets forthe jackpot.Dandelion fuzz blown from lips of suntanned children, on egg-on-a-sidewalkevenings. Herds fanned out, playing in hamlet plots and cul-de-sacs. Recycledsongs... Continue Reading →
