surmising with aplomb and nary remorse
We all know William Shakespeare, right, perhaps the biggest ball within the entire round of the Western Canon… Now, I’m far from being a Shakespeare aficionado, and even farther away from being one who has read and/or watched all the great Bard has, apparently, plumed for us, but I’m no Shakespearean slouch either. And as … Read more
A lot of them. Usually that’s okay because he is such a great storyteller, one, I believe, who (whom?) deserves to be appreciated literarily well beyond the horror genre. Few can convey the human condition, its perils, its pleasures, as well as he. But, to me, his overzealous output of words is always a fine … Read more
“Uncle Vanya,” to me, just like all of the Chekov I have had the pleasure to read, which, unfortunately, is not yet all that he has gifted us, is simply about our fear of death, the fear of our suddenly being planted into the soil to become nothing more than worm dirt without ever having done anything of lasting value, of becoming, in a sense, immortal…
the thing in itself / the I in me, thee in thou / alone with our truths
life is without care / its being without effort / ‘tis living that minds
tune out all the noise / and listen to the silence / the language of god
A literary one at least. The deceased author William Gay, that is, not the former professional football cornerback William Gay. Well, William Gay the cornerback may also be a literary genius, I’m just not aware of it. But I am aware that Nic Pizzolatto is too a genius, at least of the screenwriting variation, as … Read more
mind and heart aligned / anything seems possible / the way less obscure #prayforalignment#happythanksgiving
I hunger for meat! / tho succulent game abounds / my quiver is bare
I am alone – me alone, I exist alone, I consume the crowd and the crowd becomes me without me there is no crowd without me – nothing no thing without me the thing, any thing is absent was never there had never existed I, alone, am and, alone, I exist