Friday, October 22, 2004

the writer gets into the part


This posting has been removed in order to re-think it. A new version will turn up.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

pacific notes

I’m lucky. I work each day with bright, ultraliberal folks in an environment that’s possibly as progressive as anywhere in the world, in surely the most multicultural place on Earth (or as multicultural as anywhere): the San Francisco Bay Area (I’ve lived in Berkeley over a quarter century).

I’m living well, by design—living a richly enjoyable and meaningfully productive life by design.

A good peace isn’t pacific, it’s thriving with options and endeavors. It’s a dance of life—though tranquillities, too (and irenic conciliations with happenstance—owning every conceivable modifier).

A perpetual peace is an endless flourishing, such that peace per se is just prelude.

The “pacified” child may be entranced by ecstatic pretending, portending a pacific poet’s inner propaedeutic of flying.

May I die pacifically, in the wake of the flourishing that looked endless. From elation’s creative production to fulfilling serenity and back again, life will have been a balmy Pacific.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

everything's a preface

Every day is a new beginning, they say—which, by the way, isn’t trivial to survivors or thriving elderly—or anyone in love with living.