I have been reading a lot of H.L. Mencken lately. He was a journalist turned social critic who lived and wrote in the earlier part of the last century. I only make this remark to preface, because he was excessively disapproving of the sentimentalism of mankind. He wrote the [...]
Posted on November 6th, 2008 by admin
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Death seems to be the secretion of the soul. It is an extraction from the machinery of the body of its source of energy: That vibrant pulsating force that allows for life to be. I speak here of the phenomenon of feeling and consciousness; that incredible Qi-like effervescence that manifests in sparkling, [...]
Posted on October 18th, 2008 by admin
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The metaphor: Nature as man. Does nature exert any conscious control over itself? Do the entities seemingly produced by natural processes possess wills of their own? There have to be funny lines drawn here- and perhaps erased – to even attempt to create a thorough understanding, or to arrive at some sort [...]
Posted on August 8th, 2008 by admin
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Maine is a land of seemingly endless pine forests and pristine, but harsh, ocean and coastline. Maine elicits a feeling, a sense garnered from being in it, which is hard to explain. There is something in Maine, something in its people and in its land, which is raw and pure. The Summers are crisp and [...]
Posted on January 21st, 2008 by admin
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Winter is not a season but a place in time. It is a person and a destination. There is no drawing nigh of the state of Winter but only a travelling North to it, by us. Spring is in the East: The place of dawn and the rising sun. Summer is in the South: The [...]
Posted on January 13th, 2008 by admin
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The ground is newly wet outside, leaves lie caked and congealed upon one another in dense piles of detritus. There is something mellow in the air. The sun is a wispy blotch of light concealed behind the remaining cloud cover. There are wet piles of dog shit scattered throughout the backyard.
Do you want to eat [...]
Posted on January 13th, 2008 by admin
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