Borges. The Person, the Übermensch

Watching Borges, I cannot but be struck by his extreme graciousness, his humor, his honesty, his lack of pride, and his magical smile. (Here's the interview: There I see a lover of the world without hatred, envy, or the natural tensions of the lover; no chip on one’s shoulder, or apple above one’s head. … Continue reading Borges. The Person, the Übermensch

Tragically Comic

He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.Matthew 10:39 Imagine affairs that begin only in their end. Imagine states whose possibilities are their impossibilities. Imagine objects that acquire value only when they’re lost. Imagine truths that are known only through falsity. Imagine things … Continue reading Tragically Comic

Water, Tea, Expresso

Medieval thinkers partitioned the soul into memory, understanding, and the will. I propose, instead, water, tea, and expresso. Under this classification, life is essentially easy. Drink enough water, make some tea, and be careful with expresso—it’ll fuck with your sleep. (Note also that there’s the wild card, vodka, but it’s quite inexplicable, like the medieval … Continue reading Water, Tea, Expresso

Riffing off Nighthawks

Space stills. Atmosphere coagulates. Objects conjure.  The hats hang in their densities. The windows refrain from inviting. The doors remain perpetual possibilities, obscured and exhausted.  They have known each other. But what is knowing but inopportune misglances? One understands more in a glimpse than hours of mutuality. Time deceives; knowledge, in its safe familiarity, obscures understanding.  She … Continue reading Riffing off Nighthawks