Goldfinches! a theatrical monologue this is a story about stories and about something that we might call “the storyless state” joseph campbell wrote a book called the hero with a thousand faces about a kind of story that is found throughout history and all over the world that he called “the hero’s journey” we can […]
I like to begin each day in what I call “the Golden World.” One day, some years ago, I sat down and tried to describe it. It’s not easy to describe, since, like everything else, it’s indescribable. Here’s what I cam up with (slightly revised): THE GOLDEN WORLD where is the golden world?
The Goddess Flora, detail from Primavera by Sandro Botticelli HOW HIPPIES MAY STILL SAVE THE WORLD Shortly before the Era of Social Distancing began, my friend Bill Faricy and I were eating granola for breakfast and we got to thinking about hippies and what we have given to the world. Granola, for one.
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My Foolproof Plan for World Peace I hereby declare today to be International Love Day. And a General Armistice. All hostilities must cease on International Love Day. Henceforward, every day is International Love Day.
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Encyclopædia Jonnica Foreword “Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes.” —Walt Whitman We spend our lives gradually refining our understanding of what’s going on here, through our experiences, our reading, and our conversations with others. Then we die and it all goes “Poof!” This is
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“If you have tears, prepare to shed them now,” he said. We did and we did. The actor playing Marc Antony is 34 years old. He has spent the last 17 of those years in prison, which is where Nancy and I were watching this production of Julius Caesar. After the performance, the actors talked
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silence (a theater piece) * before we begin silence after we’re done silence in between some words about silence * what is the door to silence? for me, it is the clear perception that anything I might think or say is smaller than the stillness that precedes it soaked in that silence thoughts and words
wake up, heart! wake up, heart! wake up and love everyone and every thing love the unlovable the unhappy old men who start the wars the geniuses who collapse the economy the heads of the big corporations who ruin the earth they need love, too why else would they do stuff like that? we
A woman went to see her therapist, who was also a woman. “I have a problem,” she began. “Yes?” the therapist said, in that way that therapists do. “It’s my husband,” the woman said. “I don’t see your husband here,” said the woman. “He’s not here,” said the woman. “Where is your problem?” asked the