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If Music be the food of Love
Things seem to have changed from when I was young -drifted away I think. I’m not sure if it is an Age thing, or simply a perspective shift -an adaptation to altered circumstances. If something changes slowly enough it’s often difficult to notice, difficult even, to realize that it no longer occupies its former central…
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The powers that be
When, if infrequently, I stop to think about things, it is apparent to me that most of us possess rather special powers: we can often predict how things might affect each other before they actually do. I mean how do I know that I may fall prey to the same virus as my friend if…
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Because I smiled
There are times when I’m glad I don’t have to drive downtown anymore; the buses are more than happy to accommodate me. Of course, some of the riders occasionally seem less than enthusiastic to cede access to the spaces they have saved for themselves and their groceries; they sit in the aisle seat with the shopping…
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How like a winter hath my absence been
‘A great part of every day is not lived consciously,’ wrote Virginia Woolf. ‘One walks, eats, sees things, deals with what has to be done… When it is a bad day the proportion of non-being is much larger.’ In her novel Mrs. Dalloway, she explains that the key to righting the ratio is in ‘the…
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Uhmm
Now that my summer leaves are falling, I suppose it’s not surprising that I have renewed my interest in the words that have remained faithful to my denuding branches -not just words, though: conversational words; words that used to drip like water from the leaky faucet of my mouth -on command, or not… Sometimes though,…
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Call me a fool; trust not my reading nor my observations
Lately -well, since I retired anyway- I’ve been noticing that I’m not retaining as much when I read; I find that I often have to re-read a paragraph to make sense of it: sometimes, the tense seems incorrect, sometimes a name I’ve just read escapes me; and occasionally I skip parts of sentences like words,…
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I have that within which passes show.
I suppose I have known all along that there were rules. Each time I engage in conversation with others there are hidden conventions at play: modes of conduct, standards for engagement, topics that are avoided, words that are inappropriate under certain circumstances, and yet welcomed in others. I have to decide which rules to follow,…
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In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god
Is Philosophy gendered? I don’t mean in terms of the number of men who, until very recently, considered themselves the only able arbiters of the discipline. And I’m not sure I could even comment on whether being married could make a difference in the field one way or another. And yet… I was an obstetrician…
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Doubt thou the stars are fire
What am I doing, thinking about love at my age? And don’t get all shmaltzy about that; don’t remind me that without love, there is no hope, no future, no point in going on… It’s not that I’ve never considered those arguments, but I’ve lived through them all, and am at peace with myself and…
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