A great quote from Dostoevsky’s Demons: “God is the pain of the fear of death. He who overcomes pain and fear will himself become god.” That’s all I got. Do I need more?
What happened to simply saying, “Good-bye”? Even if I am happy to place a call into the local borough hall, or utility company, or my doctors office or any random store or manufacturer to address an issue, it is still … Continue reading
I need space, I need trees. The concrete jungle is a great place to frolic and visit and spelunk through, but I don’t to live there. I want to live in a environment as far away from the urban landscape … Continue reading
I often shudder with terrified relief as I think back upon my younger years. Back then, I was a daring, thrill-seeking, oblivious and invincible (at least in my mind) young roustabout working life’s merry-go-round. On and off, round and round … Continue reading
I think Nicholas cage had it good compared to what I experienced in Las Vegas. God, having never been there, with my ultra pessimistic and judgmental viewpoints, I imagined Vegas to be a town so wrapped up in its own … Continue reading
Now, I know when I moved into my apartment on the lake it would be considered by most to be, how shall I say, a bit rustic. For it was. It was an old log cabin thrown together to accommodate … Continue reading
The car lurched passed the orange and white stripped gate of the guard house and out of the corporate parking lot. It was eight thirty, Tuesday evening. The late hour at which he found himself leaving the office was typical … Continue reading
Vacation – (Listen) I want to die on vacation cold beer in my hand pretty girls and open spaces and my face in the sand I want to die on vacation far away from my desk deadlines and dictations far … Continue reading
There Will be Blood (Listen) I know a foreman drilling a well drilled it so deep he drilled it to hell Why did we follow him why did we follow him down I knew a runner running so fast fast … Continue reading
Thunderbolt – (Listen) I’ve got you on the brain and it hurts so much and I’m all messed up Never be the same Gonna need some help today to erase your name Got a hole in my chest from your … Continue reading
Stealin’ the Angel’s Share – (Listen) He walks into the bar and makes last call Dressed to the nines, string tie and all, Honky Tonk plays on the juke he mindlessly taps his boot looking like an angel before the … Continue reading
Drinkin’ ‘Till Xmas An old man, in a colorful coat comes down my chimney and clears his throat I’m on my back underneath the tree passed out drunk and smelling like pee I was up all night with my reindeer … Continue reading
Renaissance – (Listen) I am a jester looking for a court full of bad jokes feelin’ out of sorts I am a jester drank and laughed with Kings drunken queens on the nightly news think that they can sing Cute … Continue reading
The Perfect Storm was a bad movie. Bad acting, poor writing and in this day where technology allows us to achieve every conceivable vision, horrible special effects. But as I try to remind myself often, even bad movies have their … Continue reading
We’re all connected, screen everywhere we look. Hell, now with Google Glass we look through screens everywhere we look. Ugh. It the way some folks want to live I suppose, especially gamers. In an OK book called “Halting State” the … Continue reading
Years ago, I made the prediction that in my lifetime a major broadcast network would air on live television the execution of a condemned criminal. I joked that to make it fit in with any other of today’s televised events … Continue reading
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So, I just finished an epic biography of Charles Schulz, the creator of Peanuts (Schulz and Peanuts: A Biography). For me Charlie Brown and gang were such meaningful characters to me, Peanuts in general a meaningful cartoon strip. In addition … Continue reading
This is one of the most horrifying images I have ever seen: This photo was included in a NY Times article entitled “Selling a New Generation on Guns“. A picture indeed says a thousand very scary words.
Its interesting of late that I find myself seeking a new hero. This was not a conscious decision to do so, but I have recently caught myself in the act of being inspired by new individuals and their works and … Continue reading
Tragedy often evokes art, for art often exposes the truth of tragedy. A snippet of Charles Bukowski’s poem “The Crunch” has been echoing in my head of late: our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winners … Continue reading
True love… or respect.. or admiration.. or joy of a guy walking in on a tv show with a scotch… not sure what it was.. but this is my very first glimpse of Christopher Hitchens and from that moment on … Continue reading
As I drove around the still Sandy ravaged streets I heard a voice in my head. The cold sweats and shivers were close behind. The world spun out of focus for a brief moment as the following words, which I … Continue reading
What the fuck?? The so called memorial to Hitch, (kicking off the 2012 PEN World Voices Festival of International Literature) so grandly teed up by the host as “what better way to kick off this year’s Festival of World Literature … Continue reading