There are two Pat Benatar songs stuck in my head right now, both from the same album, "Tropico," which is my favorite Pat Benatar album. I had a copy of "Tropico" way back in the day, bought from the local music store. It was scratched, right out of the sleeve. Couldn't return it. So I… Continue reading Elizabeth Wurtzel, and How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb?
There are, I believe, pivotal moments in every life. This idea is one that has been much explored in literature, philosophy, art. What a blessing it is, I think, to be gifted with self-awareness in such moments, to be able to feel the subtle shift in the energy of the universe. Of course, sometimes that… Continue reading A Subtle Shift in the Light
Carried Away Waiting for the carriage The Pumpkin Coach of Nod to the land that’s ever sleeping the Spring in its facade in cloaks and robes of Winter when we are children, laugh and sing, for we don’t know what is coming and we think it is the Spring as we’re caroling through the… Continue reading Carried Away
Here we are, can you believe it, going into September. Where does the time go? I'm still reading Carl Sandburg's big book of Abraham Lincoln. I've no words adequate to do it justice. There is no doubt that the United States would not still exist, our Constitution would not have been preserved, were it not… Continue reading When Half-Gods Go
Keep these sacred cows, for meat, for milk, for skins, for leather jackets on a Saturday night, for cowboy boots, for moccasins, for baby shoes, and bucket seats. Keep these sacred cows, these holy hamburgers to be, for mating with bulls, so we can have, the life-sustaining cows, perpetually. Not to mention the great shrine… Continue reading Keep These Sacred Cows
At the Gates of Tombs by Carl Sandburg Civilizations are set up and knocked down the same as pins in a bowling alley. Civilizations get into the garbage wagons and are hauled away the same as potato peelings or any pot scrapings. Civilizations, all the work of the artists, inventors, dreamers of work and… Continue reading At the Gates of Tombs, by Carl Sandburg
There is still good in the world. There is still beauty. TS