Thursday, September 24, 2020
Friday, September 18, 2020
Tuesday, May 5, 2020
The Autumn of his life
The Autumn of his life
His sister speaks of aspens
that I see him in, but he pays little mind.
He thinks of how she speaks -
talks – on and on, all
around him talk.
That’s for him now, the talking
mixed with coughing,
pills and medicines.
Time is running out
The leaves from the trees
wave before
resting beneath.
His sister speaks of aspens
that I see him in, but he pays little mind.
He thinks of how she speaks -
talks – on and on, all
around him talk.
That’s for him now, the talking
mixed with coughing,
pills and medicines.
Time is running out
The leaves from the trees
wave before
resting beneath.
Monday, October 21, 2019
Satires of God are satires of the world
What does it say of our world that when we satirize our biggest, most sanctimonious concepts we're really talking about everything, and in so doing give that power that some describe as holyness?
Giacomo Sartori, an Italian agronomist, has written a novel, I AM GOD, that takes apart our lives on earth with jest and humor and profound moments. Originally written in Italian, fertile ground for the obscene, the witty remarks carry over seamlessly into English as a lesson in the ease of translating blasphemy.
"It shouldn’t be so difficult to understand that their [human] lives are thrilling and tender because they come to an end... Humans haven’t learned how to die yet, and worse, the more time goes by, the more they think they’ve understood everything and the less prepared they are.”
And before it all ends, we may as well laugh at it, see our similarities and differences, and read a thing or two to learn what isn't otherwise obvious. Lest we get too serious and think we alone know something of substance about this world.
“If you haven’t read hundreds of books, you are functionally illiterate, and you will be incompetent, because your personal experiences alone aren’t broad enough to sustain you,” Mattis writes. “Any commander who claims he is ‘too busy to read’ is going to fill body bags with his troops as he learns the hard way.”
Ignorant generals and corporate raiders will do their thing, but there's a body bag for each of us eventually.
Giacomo Sartori, an Italian agronomist, has written a novel, I AM GOD, that takes apart our lives on earth with jest and humor and profound moments. Originally written in Italian, fertile ground for the obscene, the witty remarks carry over seamlessly into English as a lesson in the ease of translating blasphemy.
"It shouldn’t be so difficult to understand that their [human] lives are thrilling and tender because they come to an end... Humans haven’t learned how to die yet, and worse, the more time goes by, the more they think they’ve understood everything and the less prepared they are.”
And before it all ends, we may as well laugh at it, see our similarities and differences, and read a thing or two to learn what isn't otherwise obvious. Lest we get too serious and think we alone know something of substance about this world.
“If you haven’t read hundreds of books, you are functionally illiterate, and you will be incompetent, because your personal experiences alone aren’t broad enough to sustain you,” Mattis writes. “Any commander who claims he is ‘too busy to read’ is going to fill body bags with his troops as he learns the hard way.”
Ignorant generals and corporate raiders will do their thing, but there's a body bag for each of us eventually.
Monday, April 8, 2019
Land
Where to enjoy it? Where to purchase a piece to call home, share it with friends and give it purpose. Somewhere to be, not just do. Galen and Kiki once mentioned White Salmon, WA, and nearby Husum is right on a river. North San Juan is inviting and accessible and remote at the same time (and fire-prone). New Mexico is interesting. Colorado's front range is just growing. Montana? Vernal, Utah, near to Teresa? There are many good places, but where to invest? How best to discuss and draw up arrangements for something shared?
Monday, March 25, 2019
Old Familiar Fright
Mousa drives his rideshare passenger from Denver into the mountains.
A canyon turns to switchback roads beyond street lights
the radio stations static and fade
seemingly familiar comforts in an adopted home
can be fleeting
and that which is scary can be just a few miles out of town.
Just as the moon pulls me in toward it, high above the eastern plains,
pines and distant dog barks are not inviting when the country isn't your country.
Monday, January 28, 2019
The Barked Out Dog
When something is wrong for a dog they bark and howl until they're hoarse
When something is wrong for a horse
They leer and winnie
When something is wrong for you and me
There’s ignorance, therapy, self medication, or worse.
A rural town is loud at night
A city street can be quiet in context
Dogs and horses, cats and chorus frogs
All have something to say
Nothing comes easy for any of us
We all speak our grievances
Until forever we hold our peace.
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