Tag Archives: time

Giantess

Between bewildered, and the wildest seasons of time and longing, she derived dreamily the spatial pulse of God’s somnolent core.

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In Search of Lost Time

One thing we cannot recover is time. Perhaps that’s what I have been trying to do.    Perhaps that’s what every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a heartsick orphan, as the fool-hero in their own movie is trying to … Continue reading

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Smoke

Mortal ponderance– Where did the time go this time? Smoke favors silence. Photo by Josef Sudek

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Timeshare

It is scary once you realize that the past can be changed, and that the future is fixed, a rigged absolute. Knowing that changes everything. And what about the present? For some the present is intolerable cruelty, unimpeachable company. For … Continue reading

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Gauge

The sun, like a brandied dream, slips away beneath the world’s ending, or beginning, same difference, by the sea’s ancient gauge and meter.

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Gash

Nostalgia, backlit by a warm, gashing flare, scoring Time’s passage.

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Bridge

Long ago, slowly crossing the bridge in winter– Footprints in fresh snow.   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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Beginning Now

Craft. Tactile homage, and respect to craft, its inviolable depths and integrity, to approach craft as you would a fertile god, to practice, radically, at its altar, to consecrate with marked intent, and to know in your heart’s heart that … Continue reading

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Vortex

Inevitable, the vortex calling her back– Little girl’s first loss.   (Photo by Heather Ross)

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Quest

One thing we cannot recover is time. And perhaps every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a fool-hero on a desperate quest, sets himself this glorious, impossible task, the solvent recovery of time through the mortal fetters of a merciful … Continue reading

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