For the love of writing and the writing of love. Tuesday, February 9, 2010. Thursday, January 14, 2010. Tuesday, December 22, 2009. Sweetness, Always - Dulce, Siempre. SWEETNESS, ALWAYS by Pablo Neruda. Painting, Mary Heebner; translation, Alastair Reid. Why such harsh machinery? Why, to write down the happenings. And people of every day,. Must poems be dressed up in gold,. In old and grim stone? I prefer verses of felt or feather.

Monday, September 19, 2011. Spirituality and technology, if personified and shut in a room together, would kill each other by staring contest to the exclusion of all bodily functions. Spirituality would stare with a high nose and higher consciousness. Not think to do anything else but stare until commanded to do it. Neither would back down until they croaked.

Discovery on the road less traveled. Soundtrack in its entirety is on my device and visited frequently, keeping fresh the memory of a time when evil ravaged a continent. Yet it is happening again. How can the United States, which, in an 8th of the time dwarfed the Nazi Vermacht, arming not only itself but its allies, struggled against evil on two sides of the world losing thousands upon thousands of her best and brightest. How can we suffer from the same blank stupidity? Like the good.

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A decaying city from a civilization long past. A sewer-dwelling isolationist and his hunt for knowledge. A forgotten childhood and the few memories that remain.