been a while since I have written for this page...but wow...now I am able to buy things, and there is virtually nothing I want to buy. Except I do want to travel. Wanderlust. Japan is a possibility, to see Adam who has been there 3 years and now got married to a nice Japanese woman, Hidemi.
I will probably want to film again.
tonight I went to a poetry reading held in a local planeterium. It was marvelous, 22 readers. Even I participated. I read haikus and played shakuhachi. It was a hit.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
It does not matter
IT DOES NOT MATTER
When we dream anything is possible: we can float in the air, we can fly, we can have many friends, we fight wars, we run from danger, escape just in time, live in fear, we swim underwater for miles, we take escalators to the center of the earth, we float over a field of magic mushrooms, we attend parties, eat at huge feasts, eating amazing food, never seen before. We climb stairs to our apartments and we find that our wives are having an affair with a strange man. We feel betrayed. We want to kill the man, but instead he kills us. When we wake we do not know if we are still dreaming. I know this because these are my dreams. As Confucius once said "Last night I dreamt I was a butterfly, but now that I am awake I don't know if I am a butterfly dreaming he is a man." We go to heavenly places, we meet angels. We find out we are angels ourselves. Eventually we meet God. In our dreams anything is possible. Death is like that. We leave this dimension and go to the original one. The one -where there is no matter, or thought, or intelligence as we know it, some call it anti-matter. Einstein sort of explained all this, he was close to a formula to explain it all, he knew time bends. If time bends then it does not matter what time it is anywhere. Now we talk about the string theory. Energy is equal to matter travelling at the speed of light squared. He said this and had a formula for it. E=MC2. We all know this. Yes our mind cannot fathom this concept. In this state we are limited. Scientists have explaining this very well already. The cat in the box. Or quantum indeterminacy or the observer's paradox. Where the cat is alive and dead at the same time.
So, at that stage, if we can call it that. It does not matter, literally. There is matter. But we are there and not there all at the same time. All matter comes from that point. Or no point at all.
When we dream anything is possible: we can float in the air, we can fly, we can have many friends, we fight wars, we run from danger, escape just in time, live in fear, we swim underwater for miles, we take escalators to the center of the earth, we float over a field of magic mushrooms, we attend parties, eat at huge feasts, eating amazing food, never seen before. We climb stairs to our apartments and we find that our wives are having an affair with a strange man. We feel betrayed. We want to kill the man, but instead he kills us. When we wake we do not know if we are still dreaming. I know this because these are my dreams. As Confucius once said "Last night I dreamt I was a butterfly, but now that I am awake I don't know if I am a butterfly dreaming he is a man." We go to heavenly places, we meet angels. We find out we are angels ourselves. Eventually we meet God. In our dreams anything is possible. Death is like that. We leave this dimension and go to the original one. The one -where there is no matter, or thought, or intelligence as we know it, some call it anti-matter. Einstein sort of explained all this, he was close to a formula to explain it all, he knew time bends. If time bends then it does not matter what time it is anywhere. Now we talk about the string theory. Energy is equal to matter travelling at the speed of light squared. He said this and had a formula for it. E=MC2. We all know this. Yes our mind cannot fathom this concept. In this state we are limited. Scientists have explaining this very well already. The cat in the box. Or quantum indeterminacy or the observer's paradox. Where the cat is alive and dead at the same time.
So, at that stage, if we can call it that. It does not matter, literally. There is matter. But we are there and not there all at the same time. All matter comes from that point. Or no point at all.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
so much to do and so little time
"So much to do and so little time", Churchill told secretary when he told him he had drunk half a traincar of liquor. We must all feel that way for sure.
Once again I want to start a new version of the book, probably my tenth version, listing all the anecdotes I can think and interlace them with current comments. there are the stories I tell whenever I get into the past stories during my talks to schools or in private. I don't know why some people knock out books like sausages, as Joyce Carol Oates does with great success. She says she does not know what a writer's block is. Some writer have one book in them, and that's it. Catcher in the Rye, Catch 22, Invisible Man and so on. I believe I have one book in me. I have tried several version, all of them I keep but give up on. Some sections I will keep for sure, because they work and friends who have read the mss still remember those passages. I like what Nick Flynn did with his books. Short chapters, almost poetic. And he tells his story, but touches on universal themes, homelessness and alcohol addiction. It certainly is not hopeless since he did well and recovered enough to be able to put it all down in a wonderful manner. So much to do and so little time.
Once again I want to start a new version of the book, probably my tenth version, listing all the anecdotes I can think and interlace them with current comments. there are the stories I tell whenever I get into the past stories during my talks to schools or in private. I don't know why some people knock out books like sausages, as Joyce Carol Oates does with great success. She says she does not know what a writer's block is. Some writer have one book in them, and that's it. Catcher in the Rye, Catch 22, Invisible Man and so on. I believe I have one book in me. I have tried several version, all of them I keep but give up on. Some sections I will keep for sure, because they work and friends who have read the mss still remember those passages. I like what Nick Flynn did with his books. Short chapters, almost poetic. And he tells his story, but touches on universal themes, homelessness and alcohol addiction. It certainly is not hopeless since he did well and recovered enough to be able to put it all down in a wonderful manner. So much to do and so little time.
Monday, April 19, 2010
schools of the North
I went up north to talk to several schools, Fort Kent, Eagle Lake and Caribou. Amazing events, in big and small ways.
giving talks all over Maine
I just returned from the north of Maine, Fort Kent, Eagle Lake, Caribou, to give three talks to students. The first one was very interesting, at the auditorium at the University of Maine
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Now and Then
this is in fact my new format for the book, a book, in progress, once more. Times passes, the new year begun, the new decade, just amazing to be here, alive, in 2010.
I get those family letters from some people each year around Christmas and each time they read like self parodies. One in particular tells me how this couple went all over Maine, by foot, bike, even swam across the state for thousands of miles, returning home exhilarated. They tell me how their daughter is still working on her PHd and probably making the rounds of boys from one end to the other, a marathon also of sorts. Do I need to know all this? oh and yes, at the end of the letter I am informed that the author will attend a workshop on family intervention. Now is that a clue that this family needs an intervention. That is to walk inside, rather, than outside, and see what is going on, really going on with everyone, from the inside out? Or perhaps it does not matter? can one live forever and never know what is inside. Isn't true that a life unexamined is not worth living?
I get those family letters from some people each year around Christmas and each time they read like self parodies. One in particular tells me how this couple went all over Maine, by foot, bike, even swam across the state for thousands of miles, returning home exhilarated. They tell me how their daughter is still working on her PHd and probably making the rounds of boys from one end to the other, a marathon also of sorts. Do I need to know all this? oh and yes, at the end of the letter I am informed that the author will attend a workshop on family intervention. Now is that a clue that this family needs an intervention. That is to walk inside, rather, than outside, and see what is going on, really going on with everyone, from the inside out? Or perhaps it does not matter? can one live forever and never know what is inside. Isn't true that a life unexamined is not worth living?
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