Category Archives: death
The truth and the bee tree
The bee tree is gone. It was there, under that tree in April of 2008, that I saw a bee swarm come up in the park. I’d never seen such a thing before, and it remains to this day a … Continue reading
The truth and broken glass
Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. —Anton Chekhov Glass can reveal you and other things in the world. Glass can challenge you. Glass can cut you. Glass is a magical … Continue reading
The truth and diamonds
The truth is precious. So are diamonds. Both can shine brilliantly, sparkling in the light to dazzle your eyes, making young couples blush with happiness and pride. Like the truth, diamonds aren’t nearly as rare as their market value would … Continue reading
The truth and fearlessness
My God has sent his angel and closed the lions’ mouths so that they have not hurt me. Daniel 6:23 Of those who are fearless, there two kinds: the reckless and the serene. The reckless attract more followers, for they … Continue reading
E/F – The glass of oil
There are jobs, and then there are jobs. We built our world on petroleum, especially in the state I come from, Louisiana. We power our cars and computers and houses with petrol and its funky little brother, natural gas. Over … Continue reading
The truth and every purpose
There is an appointed time for everything, and a time for every affair under the heavens. A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant. A time to … Continue reading
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E/F – The Glass of New Orleans: a tale of sons, fathers, Mannings, my mother, and a bunch of Superbowls
E. All the blood, sweat, and tears it takes to realize that you’ll never appreciate winning unless you know how to lose. F. The resilience of the forgotten, the underdogs, the left-behind, and the lost in time, whose story one … Continue reading
The truth and Brasília, 3: Faroeste Caboclo
Brazil is a country of inspired appropriation. Its peoples, cultures, sounds, and visions grind against each other. They rise up and smash together like tectonic plates. In the collision of Brazil and Brasília, the city of candangos gave the country … Continue reading
The truth and Brasília, 1: Land of the Future
This series of posts springs from three sources. First, my research for “The truth and change,” recalled the poem Brasília, by Sylvia Plath. Second, I have lived in Brazil for long periods of time and consider Belém, the “cidade das … Continue reading
