NOTE FROM LB
Recently someone asked me about my wife. He wanted to know “what kind of person” she was. For me, being a writer means – among other things – always trying to use the fewest possible words, so my reply was brief. “Her hobby is quantum mechanics.” Which immediately brought to mind this related contemplation:
“The observation of a phenomenon
NOTE FROM LB
A couple of weeks ago I posted about Nietzsche’s immortal character Zarathustra “gone to the mountain” in my uncle’s ’50s Oldsmobile. Today I’m going to close my eyes and reveal my own climb, in which no vintage car plays a part. I’m nervous about how personal what I’m revealing here is so, please be, you know, gentle…
I have gone to the mountain, pursuing my dream.
NOTE FROM LB
Once again, I feel that I must remind you. Every word in these poems is true, one way or another, and these poems all are part of a search – not necessarily successful, I admit – for a larger truth. The event described in this one shook me to the core when it happened. Now it just seems like, “Oh. Yeah. Right.” Oh those crazy, zany aspirations!
“We all aspire to be assholes,”
NOTE FROM LB
Here’s a family memory. About God, of course. I mean, God’s family, isn’t he? Well, he was, once upon a time anyway, right?
Zarathustra came down from the mountain
NOTE FROM LB
A couple of short poems. Or at least they feel like poems to me. Notice that I said “poems” – a couple of times – instead of “poetry.” As what follows should tell you, that’s just my false modesty.
Life demands.