For My Father

Last night while reading Orthodoxy in Massachusettsand listening to a radio talk show aboutthe sources of “creativity” and the ubiquityof genius in America, home of the fortunate deluded,I fell into a swoon, a trancein which I saw the sad face of my father.Transported deep within myself I dreamedalthough awake and conscious of the images I … More For My Father


After bone-wrenching battle of vanquished dreams in which my body’s bag was born, torn and tamed by drenching rains as lightning nightmare made my hair curl, there came a cool and conscious light of dawn. Rising—more colliding—I collapsed and gasped my way, I took the soaked imaginings of my hide to the far end of … More THE GARDEN SPIDER


The difficulty of all things is at the heart of a child, impatient at being told what to do, who longs to be grown up and take his rightful place in the world, never guessing how atoms, configuring differently, change the mist through which he flies (You cannot live for another person, define yourself in … More NEGATIVE CAPABILITY