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Going Dutch
A few weeks ago I went to Amsterdam by myself for six days. A conference – frankly a slightly silly one: a few interesting papers dotted here and there among a great deal of fluff and repetition – but that was really just the excuse, to get away and go somewhere fun. Took many pictures,…
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The quality of the light
There are a number of stock phrases for it – familiar from Vesaas, Hamsun, Jansson, Nabokov, many Scandinavian and Russian writers. Here, we are far enough in the north (far north of any of the major Canadian cities, for instance) that we have the same light that they do – sometimes, at least, including this…
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Betwixt / between
The trick with posting to a blog: one wants a given post to have a certain integral focus. What, then, if "fate keeps on happening" (Loos)? This weekend, friends of Spurious in town; had an amusing time with them. My beloved friend P–– is doing very well. Had varying news from doctor, either bad or…
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The shark’s last love
Floating out of sight under the boat’s rim, waiting for the end. Pain in his hammered tail, bleeding on the chains, but he thought, Glory, glory, and remembered richly textured gray skin, the smooth flow of ridgéd spines. Twisting and snapping, such power, he’d fly far away to race through favorite waters, to moan with…
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Postcard from exile
Beautiful cars float on the freeways. The Hollywood sign has been repaired. Surfaces are chromed and dazzling, fine sunglasses conceal our memories. [Los Angeles, 5/2/90]
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Complexity / clarity
Perhaps it is because I was reading about Heidegger last night – and actually understood, and responded to, the simplest possibilities of the ideas of being and authenticity…. or maybe it’s just that it is Saturday. And maybe it’s just that I finally changed the bedclothes from the heavy winter comforter to a light summer…
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