Friday, January 6, 2017

Save Your Illusions

Where Angels Hover, I'll Hover Too

May you live long enough that the useful experiments you long ago dismissed become clearer to you not just because of their failures but because of the nugget of quality and truth that shimmers beside the failures.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Signs of the Apocalypse?


1. The Chicago Cubs win the World Series.
2. The 2016 Presidential Election.
3. I actually like this new Sting song.

What is the world coming to?

Monday, October 31, 2016

Only the Words of Love Kept Alive Are Worty of Not Being Wasted

Just before finding out if he had Huntington's Chorea, the hereditary nerve disease that killed his father.

Just after converting to Catholicism.

Just in the middle of thinking about where he stood in the cosmic scheme of things.

And wanting to be remembered for more than a novelty record played on daring FM stations every Thanksgiving.


Not the greatest songs in the world.

More than a couple clunkers in the lyrics.

But honest and pure at a time when honesty and purity were being faked and sold by the pound.





Saturday, October 29, 2016

Things Was Looking Golden, Baby

There is a place where the clouds come together.

Soft. Billowing. And white.

Or grey. And rainy. And threatening.

Because, as a friend likes to tell me, it all depends how you look at things.

Up, down, all around now baby...