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Monthly Archives: September 2011
Renegade lives
Dionysus, the Greek God of wine, is the protector of those who don’t belong to conventional society. He symbolizes danger, chaos, unpredictability–everything that escapes human reason and can only be attributed to the unforeseeable action of the gods. In the … Continue reading
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
My friend’s daughter killed herself last Sunday. She was 19. She was also strikingly beautiful but that doesn’t matter. Why write it then? Maybe because my previous post was about youth, beauty and potential then came this brutal, tragic coincidence. … Continue reading
Reflections on Youth
Youth is wasted. Remember that? Youth is wasted on the young, I mean, not that they are just plain wasted. I was thinking about that George Bernard Shaw truism because I have a youth for a son, and his girlfriend is … Continue reading
Photographs and memories
I have stopped taking photographs. This feels significant and closely tied in with my death-writing. I’ve stopped taking photographs because they wear me down. Although invisible for the most part, these snapshots (as they were once so charmingly called) plug … Continue reading
