Or The Alienation of Our Mourning There is a lie, a deceit perpetrated on our minds by our culture of visual images; of movies and TV as narrators of our reality, which affects our expectations about loving, relating to each other, working together and even, finally, even grieving. The paradigm of our modern and stylized […]
My readings as of late have convinced me of this: behind the post-modernist love of ambiguity lies the post-modernist fear of commitment. It’s sad that so many talented writers, able to craft truly rounded characters and rich situations, capable of profound observations about the very nature of our relationship to the world, to memory, to […]
how far we are from who we were…!
we stretch our arms and we can touch
For in order to ask
I would need to speak,
I stay sealed in silence
Every ten years or thereabouts I re-read Catch 22. It is not something I plan ahead, it is just something towards which I gravitate naturally, almost by default. Each time I do, the book changes for me. Just as it changes as you read it, it does with each cycle within readings. As we travel […]