I’ve Looked at Clouds from Both Sides Now

23 June, 2012 § 2 Comments


That old Joni Mitchell song “Both Sides Now,” comes back to me both when I think of Tom Hanks slagging it off in “You’ve Got Mail,” and after thinking tirelessly on a topic that, in the end, I don’t understand at all. My father taught me, growing up, that if you miss the opportunity to learn a lesson the first time not to worry because it will always show up at your door at a later time–you have only to recognize it by its essence.

On Histories

17 April, 2012 § Leave a comment


After a war the victor sits in his cushioned armchair, pale from the bloodletting that preserves his idea of peace and prosperity. What was necessary for preservation is as good as done; therefore he writes the wrongs in retrospect–chronicling victories and assaying the  events in what light he will.

In any light, our’s is a history of violence.

The Holes in My Jeans

23 March, 2012 § Leave a comment


The holes in my jeans let me know they have been worn–let me know that they are my jeans with my holes that I wore into them. Nobody else is responsible for the holes in my jeans. My holes that speak of knees that work and play hard. The holes that my legs have to navigate when I wear my jeans so as not to cause further damage from a caught toe. The holes in my jeans let me know they are mine.

A Matter of Standard

20 March, 2012 § 2 Comments


Today I spent an hour kidding myself as I wandered the stacks at my local community library. I came to get the first in a series of books but it was checked out and on hold a dozen times over. I thought perhaps by perusing I might entice myself to another interest but to no avail.
I walked out empty handed.

I wonder at my stubborn will to read one novel but pass over decades of novel’s yet to be read. Am I selfish? I want, what I want, how I want , when I want it.

Perhaps.

It’s the same, I’ve come to realize, as my habit I have developed in picking a pare of tennis shoes to buy. I like a certain color and shape and feel and if I can not find it that day I would rather walk one more day in my decaying tennies than to settle for less than for what I came to buy.

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