Friday, December 21, 2018


Conceptual work is going well, but I don’t have anything to say about it now.

I streamed “Things To Come” (“L’avenir,” 2016), starring Isabelle Huppert. I’d seen it in a theater when it first came to town, but I needed it again. And I got infatuated with its everydayness (so French, you know—having the legacy of Cinéma vérité).

So affirming is Nathalie’s authenticity amid so much pretentiousness around her—going with the flow amid personal chaos, having serenity about endings, beginnings, loss, and renewal—being her ownmost unchained melody of life.

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Thursday, December 13, 2018

soliloquy to J. D. Salinger

Related notes from recent years that became outtakes while doing
the Web set, “love of being better” (introduced below, Web link
at the end there), were sequenced into a singular thing.

The set, from 2015—2018, makes a confessional prelude to “…being better,” which is a preface to upcoming stuff.

love of better being

Keywords of our lives may be so overwrought, they mean little anymore—or merely serve specific contexts, having that—but no more singular integrity than scale and horizon of a life has singular definability.

The poets who keep it simple implicitly appeal to us to feel truly
each point that’s here.

Saturday, December 08, 2018

saturdaynotes, 9/29—12/8

I’ve begun actually writing the new cycle of web work for But I’m in the middle of merely-prefacial narrative that I don’t want to upload until I write myself out of that, by the middle of next week, I expect (as I am actively progressing, section by section, day by day).

Thursday, December 06, 2018

extraterrestrial love in hiding

I’ve posted lots of astrobiological reveries recently, via my Disqus account (only during the past month), which show at the Daily Galaxy articles that I’m commenting on. I want to transfer those as independent postings at the blog where I posted a long reverie today.