September 16, 2009
Mick & His Air Fiddle
Every full moon in August I meet up with an old friend south of Ensenada to camp at the edge of the ocean. Mick Hamilton has settled down during his middle years, but was a total madman when we went to school together in the late sixties. One psychology professor, who [...]
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August 11, 2009
Here is what the German poet Rilke had to say:
Sometimes a man stands up after supper
and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking,
because of a church that stands somewhere in the East.
And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead.
And another man, who remains inside his own house,
Stays there, inside the dishes and [...]
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