Ah, those were the days. Surrounded by reprobates and weasels. Now everyone I know is virtuous and upstanding.
Photo: Shot glass & journal--Managua, Nicaragua. July, 1983.
3/02/2008
A Regular Conundrum?
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hi chuck...read three of yours...all grabbed me...all seemed to reflect the theme in continental drift by banks...something about the sense of why when it all seems to be...a least romantically or dramatically a bitdead-ended...and then...comes the other side of things...like kids...like good healers of the body and soul...the quotidian wraps us in a fogginess of forgetfulness...and then...resilience enters by a side door...as the elderly man whose wife had recently died and wondered to me how or if he would survive...he who had escaped the holocaust as a teenager in hungary but whose family did not...he who discovered a coping way by telling his story to college and high school students as an invited guest...had his wife lived he may not have been able to do that..like the flip side...yin-yang...
and...there is faulkner's response to his own question...will man prevail...to which he replied yes...
will we survive our messiness...may reduce us but is unlikely to end us all...remembering the end by mccarthy...kid saved in midst of
messy end by caring nurturers...he found those good guys he always wanted his dad and he to be...
keep jabbing at the universe chuck...and it will reply...
it does not care if we exist...
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