November 20, 2011.
Still Sundays.
The New York City skyline never gets old.
I am getting older; I like it.
Love too never gets old.
This month is over, this year is over, my obsession with time, truth, and love continues.
What do I want to be when I grow up? A writer? A doctor? A teacher? A lawyer? A writer? This time I get to decide how I want to be, not who based on what.
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People have recurring dreams. I don’t.
My latest obsession is putting into words this “recent” dream: I am in a field of teal colored dragonflies. They are everywhere. The field is on the edge of ... read more »
Tagged dreams, economics, life, politics, questions, relating, sublime flux, viktor frankl
Still Sundays.
November 6th.
No matter how many times I write about New York City it is not enough. Not enough for me and not enough for those who just don’t see what I see.
Rage is a bull and I am a champion rider who neither tires easily nor plans on retiring. At best I can tame the beast with humor. But I find cynicism easy and eventually boring; therefore, I take whatever it is that I don’t understand by the horns: the spleen wants to spit.
That being said I never write when I am angry. I can create a fury of words that can dissolve the deads’ bones, but actually write?—never. I don’t ... read more »
Tagged art, choices, life, marco rojas, questions, relating, social media, toni morrison, twitter, yoga
Still Sundays.
October 23rd.
This Sunday I want to share Stillness with another all day long. I’ll take Stillness in any form but it is some fiesta when there is two (or more) to honor the muchness of nothing but together.
When we were growing up and even now when we all gather at our parents’ farmhouse Stillness serves as a blanket as well as a straw. In the hours of the morning everyone sits in the living room to have meaningless conversations—”No one really wears socks that color with a suit!”—to a profound statement thrown into the living-room air like a boomerang: “One can’t truly articulate actual self-realization.”
It’s as if the morning Stillness over ... read more »
Tagged life, non-fiction stories, questions, relating
Still Sundays
October 9th.
Filmmaker Nathaniel Dorsky on “self-existing magic of things” and more. Your talent is a body. Marc Jacobs on innovation.
I find myself intellectually incapable to accept any of the etymologies offered behind “Indian Summer” and google’s curation of history doesn’t satisfy.
October is a solid indigo night, made for returning and leaving at the same time.
Autumn in New York is the muse for so many jazz compositions because only music can capture an indigo night.
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Yesterday I saw a film by Nathaniel Dorsky who has been making and exhibiting films within the avant-garde tradition since 1964. His works have bee shown internationally in museums and theatres ... read more »
Tagged art, choices, life, nathaniel dorsky, process of writing, questions, relating, social media, twitter, words, yoga
September 25th.
made-up memories. a genetic predisposition to engage with life. a real dreamer. real magic. when the Universe bends to become the bow.
It’s so still that I can taste the difference: my black tea with milk is tasteless without the nectar of orange blossom honey this morning. I forgot to buy it yesterday.
Sugar doesn’t taste the same. Not in my tea and not what I can recall of it tasting when I was a kid. When I think of my childhood I recall sugar like a person with personalities, faults, issues, and plans. A relative everyone had to welcome because that’s what you do: pour sugar, large amounts, in desserts, eat items ... read more »
Tagged choices, economics, harlem, life, nyc, process of writing, questions
