[Dating without Kundera][1] reminds me of my friend [Isabella, whom I wrote about recently][2], because she recommended _The Unbearable Lightness of Being_ to me more than a decade ago. According to this writer, however, that gesture meant little more than a pseudo-intellectual exchange of witty Euro banter between two East Coast proto-philosophers.
[1]:http://www.idlewords.com/2005/11/dating_without_kundera.htm
[2]: http://www.accesstoinsight.org/canon/sutta/digha/dn-16-sv0.html
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At the end of June 2004, I boarded a plane (after having shipped a mere fraction of my possessions ahead of me, discarded over fifty percent of what I had accrued, and stored the rest at the homes of friends and family) bound for Maui. I’d done some research before leaving Boston, but I’d never […]
Late at night in my younger years,
my father woke me in the middle
of the darkest of nights.
A Goliathic shadow, he
placed his hand where a father’s
hand rests– the world passes from
a man’s shoulders.
He pointed up to the dancing lights in the sky…
I saw and whispered, wondered-
So high above me, so far away-
so wondrous, and […]
_This Dust Was Once the Man,_
this rubble once the memories
of poems and bridges worked by your old hands
summers in their warmth, winters in their freeze.
But the passage of days and darkness
and these simple, penniless, joyless words
obscures the past like silt, and rest
rains cleansing amnesia on the hordes
what important musings writ upon the sand
now washed away […]
This is my ancient city, Rome,
beyond the stench of sour days, cowering below
the aged yellow dalliance of skeletons,
where thoughtful minds are loathe to pause,
hangs a solitary man upon a cross-
Sitting on the Palatine,
gazing down upon her ancient, mossy bones
something of a stirring, saturnine,
a spark of vestal flame unsettles me,
and the fading ghosts of history
encircle me […]