1. The very shape of things, along with our sense of what is important and why, seems to shift as we proceed. The real story keeps turning out to be larger than, and at canted angles to, what we thought would be…
2. As there is a blind spot in the retina of the eye, there is also in the soul a blind side where you are not able to see. You must depend on another to see for you what you cannot see for yourself.
3. We tell ourselves stories in order to make sense of life. Narrative is comforting. There are days when life is so absurd, it’s crippling… nothing makes sense, but stores bring order to the absurdity. Relief is provided by the narrator’s beginning, middle and end… The danger, therefore, in recognizing the insubstantiality of fact is that one is all too ready to welcome the art of the absurd.
4. Why water
The unrequited house
Plants steaming green
Fuse even while sleeping
No one sees it
Grow its haphazard
Painfully slow lighting
With a can
Half full half empty
5. Meet me in Saint Louis
Where around the sad beauty
You find her peering
From behind the soot, cracks
Warped boards and burned
Out blank windows
She’s there – humming
In her best
6. …discover your pedagogy.
7. For one fast move and I’m
9. The smart set and the polar bear, the polar bear is scribbled in my journal, the one I read driving into Saint Louis where Prufrock got kicked in the knee
10. Everyone has their own way to get it done. To get through. To stay true. The key is
11. The latter, the former the groovy
12. The goal is not a return to self, for that journey never terminates.
13. The goal was to return or find comfort once again with others and while there, be a more authentic self
14. While we are dasein – we are close to it – dasein cannot be grasped immediately, says Heidegger
15. The teacher Ecclesiastes tells us it’s better to have one hand full of quiet that two handfuls full of striving after wind
16. To staunch the blue devils of worry – work
17. There are times when I think I’ll be the only person to have not figured out their own life
18. These are fragments I will scatter in hopes of being found in a field