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?Continue reading “Poem: I Saw A Missile Lying in a Bed”
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?”Continue reading “A Bright Light in Bangalore – Young Photographer Seeks to Raise Funds for Metikuppe Village Amidst COVID Pandemic”
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.Continue reading “Some Brief Thoughts on Art, Censorship, and the Responsibility and the Ethics of Creating”
Earlier tonight I began reading Hisham Matar’s novel, In the Country of Men. In it, the narrator’s mother speaks of grief, a topic I have been reading about, experiencing, and thinking of quite a bit lately.
“Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.”Spoken by the character Najwa in Hisham Matar’s In the Country of Men
A thought occurred to me the other day. I had heard (or possibly read) the phrase “it’s what you do that matters” which is similar to the phrase “actions speak louder than words.” I thought about this for some time, and I began to wonder what if saying something took as much effort as doing something. What would the world look like if it took as much effort to speak as it did to perform an activity?Continue reading “Thurs. 22 April 2021; 03:14 – Bed”