janvier 2011
Thanks
Warm thanks to all those who came out to hear me read last night. It was a great crowd. Watch for the video to be posted here soon!
On having never left
The other day I took from my shelf a book (plays by Sam Shepard) that I have not touched for many, many years. I open it at random and out falls a postcard image of [...]
Poetry reading
An invitation to all those in Paris: I'll be participating in a poetry reading on Thursday, Jan. 27, 19h Berkeley Books of Paris 8 rue Casimir Delavigne, 75006 Paris, Metro Odeon
Where are we?
We sat all together yesterday, starting out with the question, "Where are we?" It made for a fabulous morning --- the answers kept coming to me, arising one after the other: on the floor, on [...]
The unexpected never ceases
Winter chill upon us again here. Predictions are for snow --- in the south of France, in the back country above Nice and the Côte d'Azur! The unexpected never ceases. How funny, then, that most [...]
Witnessing change, all across the universe
I stumble across this bit of information in the newspaper, in an article about the "expansion" of the universe; the report asserts that as the universe expands, galaxies will be pulled farther and farther away [...]
Wider than the sky (in Tucson and Paris)
Heading to the post office tonight on a busy avenue crowded with vehicles and passers-by, I hear the strange call of a bird. I pause. It's coming from above, somewhere high in the bare branches [...]
Let it all go and go and go
Late again. Or is it? Seems more dark, quiet, restful than late. As if the obscure slide into night brings welcome nonresistance. Which reminds me of a variation on "yes meditation" proposed by the piano [...]
Don’t know what else there is to say
Someone reminded me today about this poem that Leonard Cohen wrote about his Zen teacher, entitled "Roshi": I never really understood what he said but every now and then I find myself barking with the [...]
She just wanted to eat
This afternoon at Monoprix, a local down-market department store and supermarket, there is a commotion by one of the exits. A woman's shouts rise, a small crowd has assembled. The guard is trying to wrestle [...]
What are you doing (New Year’s Day 2011)?
Heartfelt greetings as the "new" and "old" rise and fall. May the richness of every moment be yours! So it's that time again. True, it's a hollow convention of the relative world. True, "New Year's [...]
décembre 2010
Happy Birthday, Patti Smith
An entry today in honor of Patti Smith on her 64th birthday, in the name of poetry, in the name of art, in the name of rock 'n roll, in the name of Rimbaud, Dylan, [...]
Interior to interior
Past days have flowed all one into the other, silent with the seamless closeness of family at holiday time. Together could also be to-gather. And now we're all moving on. I've missed writing here. The [...]
Stroke by stroke
I didn't answer the phone today, trying to get some writing done before the "day job" occupies my time again in coming days. What I managed to put on the page is a fine start, [...]
Pause hivernale
Il n'y aura pas de séances de méditation: les lundis 20 et 27 décembre les vendredis 24 et 31 décembre On reprendra: le lundi 3 janvier à 20h le vendredi 7 janvier à 19h45
All the wealth and success…
"Bernard Madoff told his sons that their entire lives — all the wealth and success the family seemed to possess — were based on a lie," The New York Times reports in article about the [...]
In between yet during
Having answered mail, dealt with laundry, had breakfast and other morning tasks, I now am in between. Or so I think. The snow is no longer falling, yet it remains on the ground back and [...]
John Lennon and the snow general all over (here, hear)
This morning I was reminded by someone on the radio that John Lennon was killed 30 years ago today. (In fact, it will be 30 years ago tomorrow.) 30 years! I was in a snowstorm [...]
Threading away
Strung a number of years ago between trees outside my bedroom window, the Tibetan prayer flag is now threading away into the foliage. Today in the icy drizzle, it seems at once destitute, diminished, alone, [...]
Gifts, received and offered
Among the birthday gifts I received and for which I am grateful, there was this, from students in Portugal, which I now offer here, like "the scattering leaves:" Make the universe your companion, always bearing [...]
