Category Archives: life
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 storms – Irene, Goodnight, 2011
Irene wasn’t really a hurricane when she finally reached New York after some 18 hours of waiting, waiting, waiting. By 6:00 am on Sunday, August 27, 2011 Irene was a tropical storm. The most horrifying aspect of the storm for … Continue reading
Filed under danger, life, myth, superposition
The truth and dreams, 1: Lost
I dreamt that we were around each other, but not really together. Our recent split was a wound still open, and I was trying to follow you, to get back to you, to make you see me again as yours. … Continue reading
The truth and grace, 3: The Unknown
This is the third of three essays on grace. The three parts move through different aspects of grace—reason, beneficence, and the unknown—roaming across Sartre, the epistles of St. Paul, Flannery O’Connor, Roberto Bolaño, and Nassim Nicholas Taleb Amalfitano In the … Continue reading
The truth and grace, 2: Beneficence
This is the second of three essays on grace. The three parts move through different aspects of grace—reason, beneficence, and the unknown—roaming across Sartre, the epistles of St. Paul, Flannery O’Connor, Roberto Bolaño, and Nassim Nicholas Taleb The Road to … Continue reading
Filed under existentialism, freedom, hubris, ideas, individuality, Jean-Paul Sartre, life, literature, truth
The truth and moonshadows, 4: Coda, from friends
After I published the essays, “The truth and moonshadows, 1-3,” a couple of my friends shared their own stories with me. The essays prompted them to think of their own fathers. They are two very dear friends, whose associations go … 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 moonshadows, 3: Oh, Very Old
Note: This is the third of three posts in an extended essay exploring my relationship with my father and my son through the songs of Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam. Oh, Very Old My son, Noel, plays baseball with the 78th Precinct … Continue reading
