I am convinced that notificataions on my phone and laptop are the bane of this tecno existence. They are the poking of a button that reminds directly the addictive release of endorphins to be near. "Hey--pellets available!" - the Pavlovian response. "Hey--do this release. Don't think." Deliberation is delayed for immediate cessation of curiosity. An… Continue reading Notified of My Addiction?
I’ve just begun to formulate some discipline around writing. I’ve been a stream-of-consciousness-essayist until now. Short bits, finished in one sitting. Oh, I’ve also been a poet, and I would pour hours over the correct rhythm, the most pleasing rhyme or anti-rhyme. I’ve been known to edit myself to death as well. But a thoroughly… Continue reading Dam the Discipline
Living your life with great passion seems to be less appealing these days. You describe how passionate your longing for your lover is, and someone will say, “get over it”. The norm these days is just to buck up and be hip, instead of live the depths of your soul. It's as if your feelings… Continue reading Where Have All the Poets Gone?