A life without a plot
And I’m here, as I told you before, searching for traces among the virgin shelves Of this library.…
life
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Six years
Six years along a concrete river, Among cardboard people and chloroform thoughts, (Fragments held still like old canaries…
An ant
An ant walks alone In the desert of my wall. I watch it motionless. I feel immense. ……
You have changed
It’s all about orgones… – “…Our nature is distinction. We do not distinguish ourselves enough if we are…
The exchange value of the gift
Nature, with its expressive simplicity, has taught us that exchanges occur as a function of a potential difference…
Sweet and hellish love between beer and cockroaches: Bukowski and his torrent of realism
When people talk about Charles Bukowski (1920 – 1944), the most disparate ideas often come to mind: that…
So many paths to one destination
Almost an ode. Sustained, at times severe, but always firm Each path leads to a destination. More accurately,…
Risk and freedom
That risk and freedom had some degree of kinship is consciously or unconsciously known to most people. Risk…
How are you? I ask you, but you don’t tell me….
I happened to reflect on the common usage of the “How are you?” Is this a greeting? Of…
In Praise of Doubt
Each day, I cross out a calendar box. Not to mark a day gone by or to be…