I have decided to post. the words have been written and sit dead but not decomposing because not even bacteria is consuming them. I have decided to post, where? not here. does anyone read wordpress anymore? I don't know. The engagement is low. The likes and comments do not exist. It used to be I'd …
lovely words
As one who has been reading constantly for most of my life, I don't often encounter new words anymore. Except, that is, when I read something by Cormac McCarthy. I decided I should start keeping track of my favorites when I, today, encountered two new beauties in the same sentence. Here they are: Coomb (also …
By hand
I recently came across this interview with Mircea Cărtărescu, the author of my most recent favorite book: Blinding. And I was stunned to find that his elaborate, beautiful, overwhelmingly stunning masterwork of prose was written by hand, in a journal, and barely changed from its original state: When we had those very pleasant talks in …
Bye Bye 20 20
Is it over? It's really almost over! A year that has been a symbol of awful for so many people. Obviously switching a number at an arbitrary time won't end any of the terrible things so many people are going through, but it's a useful thing to our human minds to imagine that it will …
a scrap from 5-22-19
Here is something i wrote in a journal Sunlight heats, feeds, drys, kills, burns, melts, pushes with the tiniest thrust, like the breath of stars. Catch the sun in your hand and you've caught the world. All power comes from it, all being, all form and motion. Do or don't, the sun is there, will …
Jonas David 