Marking Territory

What makes home, home? After growing up in one place, I left home at seventeen never to return. In part because when I left so did my parents. I went off to college in Massachusetts and they moved to San Francisco from the Camden area of New Jersey.  Once there, they made it their forever home.

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A New Jersey Night 1963

“Where do I begin…on the heels of Rimbaud moving like a dancing bullet thru the secret streets of a hot New Jersey night filled with venom and wonder.” Bob Dylan, liner notes to Desire (1976)

Electric lights,

High overhead on poles,

Illuminated a young lady

Serenely confident

As she presented

A single  tap

To a golf ball

Sending it

Into forward motion.

Once spanked

By the beauty’s energy

The dimply sphere sparkled

In the same rays of light

That attracted

Squadrons of bugs overhead.

I stood transfixed

In fortune,

Hoping for words

Beyond my imaginings

To extend

The New Jersey night

Into more permanent bliss.

 

© Copyright 2014 Robert B. Ritchie

This Old House

Oliver Davies said that Thomas Aquinas wrote about truth as the “harmony of being with intellect” and goodness as the “harmony of being with appetite.” It derives from “one being’s harmony with another.”

Which do you find more difficult? Being in harmony with another’s intellect or goodness? I enjoy the debate of intellect and fruit of goodness. They are both actions for me. They are my “doing something” as when someone is praised  for always doing something.

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Ghosts of Bliss

“The companions of Malevolence were supplied by the Furies with a torch, which had this quality peculiar to infernal lustre, that its light fell upon faults.” Samuel Johnson

“No light, but rather darkness visible, served only to discover sights of woe.” Milton

Are missed moments faults? In the sense of wanting to live the moments over again, yes.

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