“Put your hand in the hand of the man…”

This seems an apt metaphor for our times, as a man blindly extends his hand through a hole in Yoko Ono’s conceptual art piece, ostensibly to shake hands with a stranger, yet there are no takers. In the COVID era, and in the highest period of partisan divide since the 1960’s/70’s, you’ll only get deadContinue reading ““Put your hand in the hand of the man…””

“God’s Eye View”

Per Wikipedia, Dali was inspired to depict Christ at this steep superior angle by a drawing made by the 16th century Spanish friar John of the Cross, hence the painting’s name. It is an arresting perspective that provokes many ideas at once. And with this I contrast my experience at the Uffizi in Florence, whichContinue reading ““God’s Eye View””

“Love What You Hate”

It’s hard to describe the unbridled joy I get from sending an out-of-the-blue book to a friend when it’s one I’m fairly sure they will utterly disdain. We are talking laugh-out-loud funny to picture them (or their spouse!) opening the package to find… wait, what?! You imagine them struggling to explain to their kids, orContinue reading ““Love What You Hate””

“First Amendment, MOTHERFUCKERS!!”

It is beyond dispiriting, to the point of apoplexy, that Trump and his rogues’ gallery of fellow travelers are trying to pass off political violence as being predominantly on the Left. Conveniently, the DOJ (under the Stepford-AG Pam “Pom-Pom” Bondi) has recently removed from its website a decades-long analysis published in 2024 by the NationalContinue reading ““First Amendment, MOTHERFUCKERS!!””

“The Yellow Brick Roads Not Taken”

They say it’s the journey and not the destination. Hard to argue with that kinetic theory of life and our elusive search for happiness. And yet — to wax Zen — it seems the more complex the problem, the simpler the solution. In short, as Warren Zevon succinctly put it as he was dying ofContinue reading ““The Yellow Brick Roads Not Taken””

“Amer-biguity”

There’s a stillness and withholding in this scene that, for me, fondly recalls Edward Hopper. But note also the gentle breeze ruffling our national flag. It’s sunny but not exactly warm out there somewhere in America’s heartland. The house’s interior signals absence and the barren tree suggests the season’s end. There’s a lone soul onContinue reading ““Amer-biguity””

“Advance Directives (Eternal Bliss)”

There will come the day, On this I am resigned, When anyone who’s known us Themselves are lost to time It’s the run, alas, of all things As sand forsakes the stone The scattering of legacies In dust that once was bone When finally I’m bidden Forgive me one last crime Gobsmacking for the mournersContinue reading ““Advance Directives (Eternal Bliss)””