bookmark_borderPoem: When I Say I Love the Rain – 14 June, 2021

After a fairly unproductive day, I ate a small dinner outside the back of my apartment which is a small slab of concrete upon which there are two small tables, and three chairs. A neighbor was outside a few apartments away. He was on the phone and holding one of his young children. They both went inside shortly after I finished eating. Perhaps they knew the rain was coming.

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bookmark_borderPoem: I Saw A Missile Lying in a Bed

It has been difficult finding ways to cope with all that is going on in the world these days. After a long walk with my dog I sat down and tried to write. This poem, a work in progress, is all I could come up with. It is difficult to write about these things. About death and war and massacres, genocides, occupation. Difficult still when I have no experience with them. Do I even have any right to write about them?

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bookmark_borderA Bright Light in Bangalore – Young Photographer Seeks to Raise Funds for Metikuppe Village Amidst COVID Pandemic

Last night I was up late in bed reading Krista Tippett’s book Becoming Wise, a book I would prescribe to anyone feeling burned out, helpless, or otherwise depressed during these chaotic times.

After setting the book aside, I did what I’m sure many of us do but shouldn’t, I picked up my phone and jumped on social media. These days, with friends all throughout the world, it is the place where I receive most of my messages, a fact I am more than a little at odds with. This night, a friend of mine who lives in Bengalore shared a post from an account, with the accompanying message to “please see… and if possible, help out?”

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bookmark_borderSome Brief Thoughts on Art, Censorship, and the Responsibility and the Ethics of Creating

Fri. 30 April 2021 – Bed

Sometimes, more often than not actually, conversations are the best mediums for thought. Tonight, a friend of mine messaged me asking if I had seen the film La montaña sagrada (The Holy Mountain), Alejandro Jodorowsky‘s visually stunning (and arresting) surrealist fantasy which offers a critical look at mankind throughout the heavily symbol-laden epic.

As their phone was malfunctioning, most of their comments were shared via audio recordings, most of which I did not think to save or transcribe. My apologies. However, I would like to share my responses, as half of the discussion, for some thoughts on art, censorship, and the responsibility and ethics of creating.

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