Sunday, July 08, 2012

Multitasking Hubris

Doing too much with too little
Achieves less than doing
Little with enough.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Had It

If we speak plainly
We can admit
There is much to learn
From suicides

We can learn
That what was needed
was not possessed.

Instructive,
When they had everything
We thought required.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Humans are inscrutable creatures.  You often seem to forget this, which I attribute to your being one of them.

Sunday, April 01, 2012

Thoughtful Tommy, "When we die, we submit ourselves to the opinions of our friends."

Late in life Larry, "We submit ourselves to the opinions of our friends the moment we call them friends."

Thursday, February 02, 2012

History is painfully slow, first hand.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Murakami Moment


I'm sitting at my kitchen table.  My tea is cold, the last drink lingering in the bottom of a square ceramic cup, bone white.  I've just reached one of those points in a book where there is no sense in reading further, not at the moment, no way.  My mind was sunk into something viscous by that last paragraph or turn of phrase and now I need to pause briefly. 

Some part of me is busy, requesting that I let it keep my thinking resources engaged for a bit, I don't need them anyway.  I swirl the cold tea about, watching tiny tea particulates circle the bottom, last neglected swallow.  I notice the music still playing, oblivious to how lost I've become.  I find it engaging enough, beautiful without making demands.  I sit back in my chair, meditation style, and wait. 

I'm waiting for my story to continue.  When a story has a lull you must accept it, you can't force it on, you can't bully a narrative to continue.  You must wait until released.  Anything else would break it into a different story, so wait you must, if you are to continue at all. 

So I linger at my kitchen table, partially in control of my thoughts, waiting for some part of me to release my mental resources so I can continue a story that is heading in directions unspecified by standard compasses; prone to drift. 

I can't guess why I've stopped nor where I'm headed but I want no change in narrative.  I like this story.  I wait, but not without purpose.  A waiting like this is a passion, like the pause between kisses and thrusts.  A pause like this is the authority a nights rest infuses into dangerous ideas. 

Sunday, January 08, 2012

Resolution: Do more X. Do less Y.

Many personal failures come from the simple failure to consider momentum.