Where They May Be Found: The Dead

schedel

We die with the dying:See, they depart, and we go with them.We are born with the dead:See, they return, and bring us with them.--T.S. Eliot, Little GiddingOn the Streets of Cities They Once Walked"You guys mind if I pour some to dead?" he asked.  A stranger. Homeless, on the stoop of a church.His friend's aren't having it.  It's a waste of beer.  We're passers-by, lost in conversation.  But I'm no longer surprised by this stuff."Hey--you guys don't mind, right?"We turn.  I s … [Read more...]

Where They May Be Found: Dionysos

Pine tree

  Under Pine, Pining Behind words are other words.  Hidden, shadowed meanings, dancing in the edges we imagine are solid, like the borders between realms.  The closer to the boundried contours of the word and not the word,  definition slips.  Define a word, de-fine, show us its edges, its limits, its end.A word means another word, but what means means?  What is the meaning of meaning? What does meaning mean?I'm not playing with you, but play with me, play with this if you've time … [Read more...]

Graveyard Whispers

A grave marker in Dalkeith, Scotland

Some people think that graveyards are spooky. I find them fascinating places of deep spiritual significance. Of course, they have spiritual significance from the perspective of facing mortality and one's own eventual demise, but I also see them as places for connection to those who have come and gone before us.When I was in my twenties, I spent a lot of time exploring old Central American graveyards looking for clues about the lives of "New Christians" and secret Jews. I was looking for the … [Read more...]


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