Already in my youth I have been through a black hole and lived to tell about it ( Read more... )

In the early morning hours the owl by my house began to hoot. Still in my dream state I understood why the owl has traditionally been associated with the virtue of wisdom. The owl's call is an unchanging sentence of three parts, beginning with an introduction crescendo: hruu-oohh-aah, forming the catholic inquisition encompassing all the questions ( Read more... )

1. A dream involving me wearing an Arabic turban that falls down my chest locked arm in arm with Vanessa who is in full linens walking down a in-the-middle-of-the-desert location in a marketplace off the road in the middle of the Sahara and I am thinking that I feel powerful not because I am rich in a poor desert, but because I am living the most ( Read more... )

The night starts out connected to the one before, it breathes, it exhumes, this: what is everything is this: he hands me a penny, a green-stained copper disc, a round value, in numerals represented thusly: $0.01 and in just one symbol: ¢, the cent promiscuous and ubiquitous. he hands me a unit of measurement, a single increment, here he says, this ( Read more... )

Two nights ago Reed calls me and says, Let's just say fuck it and go to Mexico City for New Years. I can't, I tell him, I have a job now. He wants to do something, get out of the town he's been in for two or more years now. We can't even think of when the last time we were in France was. A year ago? Two years to the day? We've lost track. I ( Read more... )

For so much of my life I've struggled to close the gap between thought and word. When I indulge in thoughts and when I am inspired to record them, they seem to have all but disappeared by the time I find a pen and paper. Listening to too much music has spoiled me. I partly assume that, as a skilled musician knows exactly which keys to press on a ( Read more... )

In the evening when the people set their feet out the door, I crossed the Bay and fell into lights. X had just been babysitting and since she owed me some money, she gave me a small percentage of her earnings. R took us down the hill, around the lake, to this Caribbean-themed bar surrounded by painted palm trees and corrugated sheet metal. The ( Read more... )

Last night the air was fresh after an evening rain, and mixed with a cool breeze and the wet, fallen pine needles gave forth a smell so sweet and rare that made me think how life, and all its accompanying smells and sensations, was good. Such has been the case in the recent aftermath of the election. I think back to the early months of Barack ( Read more... )

In the city of Metz there is an equestrian statue of some famous historical figure who came from that area of France. I cannot recall for sure now, but I believe it might have been Alexis de Tocqueville--though it isn't clear as to why Metz the city would want to pay tribute to him. My friend Reed and I would promenade on Sundays, the tail end of a ( Read more... )

I think yesterday was the week mark that I've not had my own computer, which, in theory, shouldn't be that bad. But, for me, it is. When I'm at home, home alone, and there's nothing to do, I feel totally displaced. I don't know what to do with myself. Especially at a moment like this--having finished dinner and dessert parts one and two and now ( Read more... )