“The facade of a grand building rises gracefully, pilastered and crenelated. Stately wings soar on either side, somehow both heavy and light. It strikes Werner just then as wondrously futile to build splendid buildings, to make music, to sing songs, to print huge books full of colorful birds in the face of the seismic, engulfing […]
Prefatory Note: This essay constitutes a new experiment for words&dirt. I’ve recently been inspired by some of my readers, as well as an excellent interview with Maria Popova, to write a reflection on my last year of reading. Many book enthusiasts use the New Year as an opportunity to create “Best Of” lists, but I’ve […]
“A diamond, the locksmith reminds himself, is only a piece of carbon compressed in the bowels of the earth for eons and driven to the surface in a volcanic pipe. Someone facets it, someone polishes it. It can harbor a curse no more than a leaf can, or a mirror, or a life. There is […]
Right so asking a guy like me to critique James Joyces Ulysses is like asking a blind man to critique a silent film Ive neither the know how nor the gumption to properly assess something I have little chance of understanding and would be skeptical of anyone who claimed to comprehend it comprehensively so rather […]
“Sirs, he said, our lust is brief. We are means to those small creatures within us and nature has other ends than we.” ––Ulysses, by James Joyce, pg. 387 “The fight for a national health care system today is not basically different than the struggle for universal public education that took place in this […]
Neal Stephenson’s Some Remarks is a highly stimulating read from my favorite living author. This collection of essays and short fiction sheds light on Stephenson’s personal background, writing methods, and modes of information synthesis. As always, we are treated to a very special version of the world––one seen through the eyes of an author who […]
This is my fiftieth journal, which feels like an appropriate time to reflect on the origins of the words&dirt blog. When I began this project more than two years ago, I wanted to develop ideas about a way of life that was experimental for me. I wanted to step outside the traditional channels of education […]
In mornings dark, days Unborn Bathed in pools of artificial light I find myself, trappings all At the base of Hunger Mountain David Hinton smiles, ancient sages at his back All smiling, all mysterious As if knowing some unknowable And not sharing We begin up the Mountain Sometimes wandering, leaves in watery eddies Sometimes bounding, […]
“The center of identity is constructed of those stories we tell ourselves––the poems and philosophies, memories and mythologies and scientific explanations––and the ten thousand things remain always beyond them. Seen at its most fundamental level as generative ontological tissue, that elsewhere beyond our stories is what Lao Tzu called ‘dark enigma.’ To see landscape, the […]
“The more clearly I attend to things, the more clearly they vanish into me. The Cosmos is all dragon, all generative transformation driven by a restless hunger, and perception shares this dragon-nature, as does any other dimension of this being I am: thoughts, feelings, memories, desires, they all keep relentlessly appearing and evolving and disappearing […]