Do I exist? Parsing through my blog behind me, I see the mire of punditry, the pedantic trinity of politics, philosophy, and poetry worst of all. Why? Why do I devote mental energies to fields of abstraction upon which I have negligible effect? The puzzle ever changes. Pieces that once fit together shift and split …
I have another piece I’ve been working on for a while now about the paradox of creation, how the destiny of creation seemingly always leads to destruction, and from destruction we get yet more creation spiraling on. Yet even as I write it, I find myself growing bored. Yawn. Who cares, man? It’ll come when …
The Tarpits Care Fairness Liberty Loyalty Authority Sanctity Ronald C. White narrated the final of the five audiobooks I indulged in last week, his delightful Lincoln in Private. It completed tidily, in a consciously unintended but universally directed manner (so it goes), the week’s series in a way that felt rather unexpected. A Raisin in …
I want to write about politics, to expurgate my ruminations into reality as the word, and thereby perhaps come to play a part in the process, but I falter and hesitate at the edge of the board, hesitant of the entire indulgency of the process . Charlatans have maligned the purity of the cause. Logic …
Now that we are post post-modern, we “duh” that appearance is not fact. Where does the foundation begin, though? What’s beneath the invisible mask back back back? I feel mighty silly when I’m asking, I feel like a dullard with my why. I blank at a start for this tasking, I shrug and go on …
I get bigger as my love gets big I get quicker as my love get quick I get richer as my love gets rich I get hungry I get money I get off and then a plane crashes outside of Billings, Montana and all of a sudden I don’t feel so big I wonder what …
I recently asked an individual I deem one of my close spiritual advisors if they would officiate my wedding. Shocked, they replied “Oh, no. No, no, I’m not ordained. I know someone who’s really good that I could send your way, how would that work instead?” and I knew I’d have a task on my …
I think I’m falling for Candace Owens. — No. No, not in love, not romantically, that’s wholly the realm of Shoshauna alone, Shoshauna alone with her Sam. — Yet I am certainly being intellectually seduced. This might surprise some, will not surprise others, but she’s a lightning rod of modern political thought …
I struggle these days to even finish a page. I am lazy, either unwilling or unable to work for the sake of my own creation and the extrication — or attempt — of these daydreams out my head, but I debate with increasing conflict the very nature of our craft, writing. What witchcraft do we …
We find ourselves once again writing cover letters, once again imagining our life as perceived by the would-be master of some next wind of fate, once again feeling acutely where others might perceive I fall short. Once again reshaping and tweaking the image of how I sell myself off without losing their unknown attention. It’s …