Usually, after completing an arduous work of art, I experience an emptiness. This is often a period of wandering grappling with questions like “What else can I say? What else can I try? Why write and make art? Who cares?” — remnant thoughts from humanity’s long history of self-focus. Lately I’ve been asking, “Why am I watching tutorials and learning new technology?”
When we look at a painting on the wall, or a sculpture in a park, we are looking at a physical manifestation of the artist. In a sense the artist is present because they deposited some of themselves into the … Continued
As a young person I was oblivious of death, and this was represented by my favorite poem in college, Dylan Thomas’ “Fern Hill,” (first stanza) “Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house … Continued
I am offering here a myth in the best sense of the word. It is just a sketch about what has been happening since the Big Bang until now. Just a sketch full of rough edges from my thinking that … Continued
During the sunrise on the first Friday of this month, my Dad passed beyond this world after 96 orbits around the sun. It is significant that this happened while I have been working on a comedy sketch for the Easter … Continued
Puzzling over the massive delusions rampant in our populace, I have written many pages of analysis counseling the reader to Check What You Believe, but, too many words; words too limited. I am choosing the wisdom of sparse, poetic lines to aid contemplation. Comments help with this one after you read it.
Sometimes, when saturated with national and global news, we tend to focus on that larger picture and neglect our main responsibility on the microlevel of our personal relationships and local community.
Voting and demonstrating about the larger issues are good and important community responsibilities, but most of our effectiveness is in the place where we live.