Extolling, and embodying, the virtues of creativity, and creative writing, to save the world. (Or, at least, myself.)
A new spot Several years ago, I was reading Letters to a Young Poet, a collection of letters from Ranier Maria Rilke to a young cadet in the Austrian army who aspired to write poetry like Rilke. The letters became as much a treatise on life as writing and have long since been an inspiration … Continue reading Serendipity with Rilke
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https://youtu.be/mQ8TXGzgXIo?feature=shared "Othering": You are the rose. You are less. Your thorns hurt ME. "Belonging": I am the Rose. My thorns protect me. Handle with care. Stop and smell me. It's in the air. Breathe. By any other name... "Any" other? Why not? Me. Hold me. Brother. By any... other name. Rose.
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"Pale Blue Dot." According to the "Fermi Paradox," the question posed by Nobel laureate physicist Enrico Fermi, "Where is everybody?" Specifically, what are the chances that we are alone in the universe? According to the laws of probability, if we exist, why not others? (Specifically, Fermi was referring to "intelligent" beings... You know, like us... … Continue reading “Pale Blue Dot” (“Fermi”? “Fermi”? Anyone?)
Phineas Gage In his "Descartes' Error: Emotion, Reason and the Human Brain" Antonio R. Damasio writes about Phineas Gage. He was penetrated through the skull by a steel beam during an accident in the railroad industry where he worked as a foreman in the 1800's. He survived the incident, but "lost his mind," becoming "indolent," … Continue reading Phineas
In Tolkien’s BreachThrough the shadow, they came but once,Through the shadow, they fought their hunchThat lost in the seam of a forgotten dreamLies a hope that does not gleam of gold, silver, bronze, or of my reproach,But, just, alas, the heavenly broach, a breach…Upon the beach where once doth lain a holy tomorrow, where hope … Continue reading Tree and Leaf
What do Tom Brokaw, Anne Frank, and Bill Russell have in common?
Or ANY... Thing of it is, my maternal grandmother's name is Livia. It is an ODD name, REALLY... Olivia, but without the O. In my attempts to discern my Own HIStory, I investigated, a little bit, the NATURE of OUR history; that is, to say... My FAMILY history. I discovered TWO definitions for Livia. One … Continue reading NOT TO BE…
Observations from the Brink 