In which I try with limited success to avoid the cliche of Hamlet's most famous soliloquy.
The dripping blood our only drink,The bloody flesh our only food:In spite of which we like to thinkThat we are sound, substantial flesh and blood—Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.TS Eliot, East Coker When I was about eight, I fled our Good Friday service in tears. It was a shared service … Continue reading Sovegna vos.
I was going to open with Marcus Aurelius reminding us that we are little souls carrying around our corpses, but it seemed too gruesome. So I settled on the slightly more hopeful, "Men exist for the sake of one another." You're welcome. The COVID-19 panic is quite interesting, isn't it? We've seen this sort of … Continue reading “Men exist for the sake of one another.”
I find myself becoming increasingly annoyed the longer I hang around the virtual water coolers of social media. I come here looking for intelligent — or even semi-coherent — discussion about the things I find important. Instead I find virtual MAGA hats and pictures of steak. Periodically, there are the bright spots — the serious … Continue reading In which we attempt to remember how to empathize.
It's been a long, long time since I've even tried to write anything, and I'm not exactly sure why. It's possible that Political Twitter has ruined me, stealing all of my best insights and randomness and shoving it down the memory hole. It's also entirely possible that I've convinced myself that it was time to … Continue reading It’s not a lie if you believe it.
I used to post my poetry here, but as I read through the poems for the first time in years, I realized that I do not know that person. I'm not sure who she is -- or was -- and I am going leave her behind. So I may start something new here, or I … Continue reading hey there