Burning

Y’all: if I have to watch the world burn, I want to watch it burn from New Orleans.

Reading Update 2

Finished Laszlo Krasznahorkai’s “The World Goes On”

Reading Percival Everett’s “Percival Everett by Virgil Russell”

Working on and off on Gaston Bachelard’s “The Poetics of Space” (still)

And I have new issues of A Public Space and the Paris Review to work through

Reading update

Finished Thomas Pynchon’s “Mason & Dixon”

Started Laszlo Krasznahorkai’s “The World Goes On”

Working on and off on Gaston Bachelard’s “The Poetics of Space”

On deck is “Percival Everett by Virgil Russell” by Percival Everett (oh that’s nifty to write)

Thought process

It occurs to me that my thought process is essentially analog; my thoughts flow in forms warm and cold, strong and weak, loud and quiet. I think in terms of fields, vaguely topographical, upon which I am mostly, but not completely, blind. The solution I’m looking for is always in the exact center of this topography, but I only know what the center looks like when I finally arrive there. Is this intuition?

The Search

Scouring a rural Walmart hardware aisle for a specific type of latch, listening to U2 singing “I still haven’t found what I’m looking for,” mocking me from the speakers between the lights in the trusswork above.

Shotgun Life

For y’all non New Orleans people: staying on the other side of the shotgun from where you used to live is weird. You begin to doubt your instincts. You become convinced your brain is wired backwards. When you stand up, you turn in the wrong direction to go to the bathroom.

Scenario

What if this eclipse somehow just didn’t happen? It would be even more terrifying for us than the eclipse was to people a thousand years ago. Suddenly, some very hard questions would need to be asked. Unrest; scientists, facing an incredulous public, desperately search for the moon, finally discovering that 60 years ago a researcher (the fourth of five listed authors of a widely-cited paper on the computer modeling of lunar orbital mechanics) incorrectly translated a punch-card into COBOL, because the process is mind-numbing, nothing like the life of the astronaut he wants to be, but anyway, in his distraction, he introduced a small, but compounding error. In the mean time we’ve burned down all the universities for nothing, all the scientists are in hiding, we’re all chain smoking and using computers to bludgeon livestock. The pope’s army is marching on the space station, and the caliph’s call echoes through Valles Marineris…

These days

It’s hard to follow current events these days and not comment on them. I try not to follow things too closely (the constant breathlessness will eat you alive), I try not to become invested in the way the world progresses (after all, nobody cares what I think about things), and I try not to add my voice to the angry clamor (there are too many screaming voices as it is). But at a point one has to speak, somehow, no matter how ineffectively, to say THIS WAY OF CONDUCTING OURSELVES IS NOT OK. We cannot survive as a people of anger. We must be a people of compassion.

I have chosen to be a man of compassion. It’s not much, I know, but it strikes me as the only way to start making the world better.

Be well, and love always. It sounds cheesy, but there’s nothing in the world more important.