Let’s say you were seated in a new restaurant and the waiter brings you a menu with the cover announcing the place as Bistro D’Oc. You glance over at the table next to you and see someone happily munching away at a steaming pile of odorous poodle turds covered in creamy bechamel. The poodle might… Continue reading A Thought on Bad Taste
“It is not that I avoid mixing with the world; but I do better playing alone”. Ryokan
I’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately. At some point I will talk more about what I’ve read and my thoughts on same. But for now, I want to resurrect a poem I wrote years ago that in my humble opinion has stood the test of time: in america as you sleep dogs scratch… Continue reading Poetry
I just started At the Existentialist Café by Sarah Bakewell and just a few pages in I was rather pleased to see the author clear up a long held confusion of mine. And simply put was to answer my question of what/where the demarc of nihilism and existentialism lie. She writes, “Sartre put this principle… Continue reading At the Existential Cafe
I am rereading the late, Roberto Bolaño’s modern classic The Savage Detectives and I am enjoying the hell out of it. Both the story and the telling of it reminds me of when I was young and passionately in love (like the characters in the story) with the written word. A couple of excerpts: “There’s… Continue reading The Savage Detectives
‘A nutritious substance supplied by a bountiful Providence for the fattening of the poor.’ Ambrose Bierce.
I’ve come to believe that the only person worthy of help is the one who asks for it. You can’t help someone who doesn’t know they need help. Let me provide a couple of recent examples. My friend, Max has been kinda sort of seeing this woman in nearby Jiquilpan by the name of Rose.… Continue reading Rose and Douglas