Not Quite Midnight
As I begin to write this on June 16...
What wants to be written? That’s generally how I start. I’m listening to a live recording of Ghost Light:
As I reflect on the sounds that are coming up from my very quiet speakers, I’m thinking of an interaction that I had with David Gans in response to referring to his influence on the lyrics of “Hell in a Bucket” by the Grateful Dead back in the 1980s:
Lately, I’ve been “all over the map” with all that entails - all while moving back and forth about two blocks on most days. My perch here in the bunker and the host stand at Daily Provisions provide me with a perspective on the world and the people in it, but is it reality? I have my doubts. I find that exploring the experience of being human with all of you is where I find my bliss, if that’s what it is.
I’ve found myself unable to sleep at the moment, so I’ve gotten up to write this. The cause is a kind of discomfort that I experience from time to time. I don’t know what to call it. Calling things by names tends to get us into trouble anyway. Labeling, you know? It’s frought with opportunities to create something we don’t necessarily want in our lives.
Ten days ago, I dove into this idea:
Voices
Abracadabra - I recall that this has something to do with speaking something into reality. The speech act we all engage in as we move from dawn to dusk and back again is probably one of the things that really sets us apart from the rest of our family of similar simians. We are the chatteriest of primates, I’d warrant.
Reading it over to myself, I’m reminded of a thousand other threads including:
Walking In The World
This morning, I was struck by an amplification of a comment made on a post by 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐳 who is one of my favorite working non-fiction writers. He’s prolific as I might wish to be. The comment made on his post was about not being able to find an
Here in Washington, DC, we’ve now clicked over into June 17. Another day in the bonus round of the game of “Beat The Reaper” dawns. It’s all good! It’s rare to have the eyes to see it all that way. However, all things tend to the greater good, I am convinced, even though I may not be able to perceive how or why this is so. We are such brief flashes on the surface of eternity, as I like to say.
Earlier, on what is now yesterday, I was listening to Patti Smith fulfilling her promise to us:
I’m really grateful to her for her willingness to generously share her time with all of us who are tuning in to hear what she has to say. Attention is the payment that I provide. Sometimes that attention also comes with remuneration. I certainly like putting my good (including that which we agree has value, aka money) where it might do the most.
Sometimes it’s enough just to amplify the artistry of others through cyberspace.
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