août 2011
juillet 2011
Retreat, vacating, retreat: Disappearing into the landscape
Off to Portugal for retreat. Then disappearing into the landscape. Before returning for more retreat in France. No words here until end of August. We're all in this together! And à bientôt all the same. Be well.
Give and let live
In the course of doing some translation work this afternoon, I come across a reference to an Indian people of the Pacific Northwest of North America, a people called the Kwakwaka'wakw, for whom wealth and status were not determined by how much you had, but by how much you had to give away. "The status [...]
Modern in a summer lull
A lull in postings corresponds, it would seem, to lazy summer. Perhaps a kind of "retreat" from the usual patterns of my days? And then suddenly it is obvious: Whatever I write or don't write always "corresponds" to the particularities of the singular moment at hand. It's like Bataille says of art, that all true [...]
World whirled/Whirled world (Summer)
In the middle of all this daily doing, hectic with activity, I long to just not "do" a thing. My time will come, I think. Playing tourist guide to a visiting relative day after day tries my patience, even if it means wandering through the most beautiful city in the world, the only place on [...]