Monday, December 10, 2018


Manhood is a moving target.

Sunday, December 9, 2018

Some people

Some people live in their minds. Some people rarely go there.
Some people imagine the world. Some people build and fix it.
Some people put the world together. Some people break it apart.
Some people embrace the world. Some people fear it.

The cosmic egg was cracked, and out poured all things.
Some ask “Why?”
Some want to completely reassemble it.
Some want to grab everything they think belongs to them.
Some want to relish the beauty.
Some want to discover what it all means.

Saturday, December 8, 2018

What toll?

Almost every morning when I read the newspaper, I have to convince myself that the election of Donald Trump was not just a bad dream. From the start of his campaign for President to the current day, his own overt behavior has demonstrated that he is a narcissist, a manipulator of the truth, a bully and someone with no moral compass.

I ask myself then, what toll must it take on those who continue to support him? What toll on their personal values? What toll on the way they think of American values? What toll as they allow their decency to be pushed aside by his rhetoric of anger, bigotry and spite?

Not even the Congress is immune to his warped thinking, which denies climate change, ignores the world order, resists sensible gun control, weakens legislation that aims at the control of air and water pollution and confirms a cabinet of crooks.

What toll?

Friday, December 7, 2018


OK. Zoom out as far as you possibly can into the universe. Now turn around. Even if you could see yourself, you are but a meaningless speck of nothing. Now start to zoom back in. You begin to see yourself and your place in all kinds of webs and grids of relationships. You start to see your meaning. You enrich the web. Keep on zooming in until you see yourself in your glorious fullness as a human being. This is the time of what you’ve meant in the world, for in a flash of cosmic time, you will again become a meaningless speck of nothing.

Thursday, December 6, 2018


I can accept that anything is art. That’s a viable, maybe even necessary stance, in the context of contemporary art. But I can’t give up the idea of excellence in art, even if I can’t always define what that is.

I’ll leave that decision up to time. But not time as the simple passing of days and years. No, time as the flow of events and people that call upon art for inspiration, meaning, hope and beauty. Some art continues to answer over time, to make and remake meaning, to illuminate, to reveal the vision that went in and the beauty that came out. This is excellence.

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Shine the light

The recent deaths of John McCain and George H.W. Bush remind us of how important it is to have decent, thoughtful individuals in politics. These men were not perfect. Who is? But they understood the common good. They had power, but led from a moral high ground. They were authentic patriots. They stumbled, but kept moving ahead with personal determination.

These two national events of mourning must shine a light on Donald Trump and his administration, the kind of light, that when shined in a dark corner, brings all the cockroaches scurrying out.