“He Had The Wrong Dreams.”

“All wrong.” Biff then added in Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman. “The man didn’t know who he was.”

I can identity. Can you?

My quest is to unearth my dark side and my angst is serving me.

Some mornings I feel like my walk is over and other mornings I am just beginning.

I need to be Harry and to have Hermine, characters in Hermann Hesse’s Steppenwolf.

Oh wait, I think my life’s partner was Hermine in an earlier life. Was I Harry?

 

 

Crafting a Life That Matters

Peter Quigley is his book Housing the Environmental Imagination doesn’t use the word crafting, but rather “fashioning.” Such a familiar word, but one I may have never used.

In The Oxford English Dictionary it offers, “Fashioning is to give shape to, to mold.”

Sounds like crafting to me, but that is not the point. The point is to consider how many of us get there? How many of us fashion a life that matter? Do even we even know when we have?

Quigley writes, “There is so much than conspires against getting it right. Like the crafting of a poem, one crafts a life alone.”

I guess Quigley got to that word crafting too.

He writes on, ” We do it against all odds, and we do it with the crushing likelihood that the project will evaporate, the profile will be blotted out, the language will blur, and all will be subsumed by some governing paradigm; we will fall in line.”

It has happened more than once to me. How about you? How do we craft a life that matters?

All Roads Lead To

I read many books at once. Is that called a generalist? If you come up with is something different and not complimentary, keep it to yourself.

In my reading today I am centered on at least three identifiable subject lines; memoir, essay and compassion. The first two have a noticeable similarity. The third, compassion, is where I seem to go with the first two. I see it as the fork in the road thing. In life I  first chose the road that didn’t look like it required compassion. I called it fun. I found it shallow. It took a while, but I turned it around.

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Neophilia Contends with Neophobia – Jobsians

“Neophilia contends with neophobia.”So writes Brett Cooke in Biopoetics.

He adds, “Science fiction allows us to vicariously live in a society before we have taken on the investment of building it.”

Our love of novelty often first gets expressed  in our arts and we evolve toward or away from what is new.

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Biopoetics

“Poetics is distinguished from hermeneutics by its focus not on the meaning of a text, but rather its understanding of how a text’s different elements come together and produce certain effects on the reader.” -Wikipedia.

Biopoetics does not exist, this also from Wikipedia.

I love nothing more than reading a book with a title that does not exist, as is the case with Biopoetics, a book edited by Brett Cooke and Frederick Turner.

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Yesterday

Yesterday seems trivial today. That’s the succinct  way of saying it. For me it took time, more than a day, more than a week. After years of hurts and healings, I arrived at today.

I watch our teenage dog full of energy. I suppose that energy once had to have been mine. A body without a brain, or as my Jungian friends might say, with loads of unconsciousness. What suns eventually come to awaken bits of it? Who would we be if all of it awoke? Would we be happier?

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To Be or Not to Be

In Sin and Syntax, Constance Hale writes, “In speaking and informal writing, we naturally gravitate to ‘to be’ in all its incarnations – present tense and past, active voice and passive. But a reliance on ‘to be’ is a sure sign of a novice writer.”

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