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Reflections at night when the dark is good and we see further. A short meditation.
"A silent conjunction between what one thinks and what has been thought."


Brief Tales on a Whim.
There is nothing more pitiful than the storyteller without his stories.


Meditations on the 60th Anniversary of Hiroshima What would the end of the world entail? Do we boast that we can imagine such a thing?


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In the apprenticeship period hopes are high.
"But then, who will save us from our own crimes?"



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At the beginning of things there is adrenaline and the barbaric. Both the intelligent and the dumb seem equal in their stumbling ability to adapt to the times. "Society" is unknowable except in tiny clans embedded in huge cities or in huge nature. And when we allow our imaginations or intellects to range beyond the clans and tribes what do we see? Billions of suffering people. Weapons of mass destruction. New diseases. The Earth's climate being altered by all the people and their fuels. "Ah, I will reverse it by divesting myself of all that is modern!" "No, I will treat it all as a perception and take it on as a specialty, a cause, or the quirks of living in and around mass media."

That's the natural predilection for the poetic soul. "Go find the ways and means to live in this most problematic world. First understand it, then live as if the future is standing next to you speaking in tongues and making it clear that the decisions you make will effect everything."

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The writing life was simply one of revealing, playing, experimenting and putting literary values ahead of material ones. And many nuggets can be pulled out of the mess that made.

I fought two major impositions on myself. One came from the nativist American tradition and the other came from the great European tradition. "Here I am, a red-blooded, half-barbaric American boy, slice into me and give me your secrets!" It is very tempting and one tries and tries until he is confident enough to stop the process and start producing ab novo if that's the term.

I experienced the world as unprecedented, as never before in this form, with this complexity and odd call-outs to the resources of the people, free and independent as they are.

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If one wants to find darkness it is easy to find. It's fascinating to note that the two main responses to it are either a ferocious desire to transform it or a need to use it as the scapegoat for all problems. Light is a far more difficult substance to find and requires the sublime. In America one gets either extreme darkness or sentimentality; the extreme darkness is usually driven by an old literary or philosophical theory.

Of course, if you knock the props from everything that is building value and good then expect nothing but darkness to follow.

The only solution to a difficult life is to make it as simple as you can. Simply look at how to build the things you need to build.

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Most of what I've done, the major things, have been informed by "future thought." And in my twenties, especially, I read the futurists and thought a lot about it. It was a bridge between the idealism of my student days and avoiding the awful present. The future had exciting structures and vast possibilities that one knew were possible since it didn't take much to see how we were walking around in old possibilities.

Two worries did develop out of this. One was that the liberal, democracies that were dependent on the dreams and aspirations of the people would dry up and become dreamless. And the other was that the new possibilities were coming so fast and enacting at such a pace that there would be a revolt against change itself and so all thoughts about the future discredited.

It was also apparent that the rhythm of life was changed forever in the past three generations and would continue to change without a hint as to how exactly it would change. That created a culture of building and destroying at shorter intervals without the concomitant patience, experience etc to build well. All was implicated in that fact.

And that was the reason I had such a patient view of my own self, my own development and the development of my work. It had to be built well and take out as much of the modern dysfunction as was possible. Without, that is, taking out the vitality of the modern.

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