Those Beautiful Bastards


[caption id="attachment_658" align="alignleft" width="216" caption="©2011 Warren Hedges"][/caption] Having an animal’s eye in sharp focus is traditionally a make or break element in wildlife photography. Perhaps for evolutionary reasons, we like to look at things that can look back at us. Here is the background, but clearly distinguished from it is…

Habits of Presence


The point of this kind of writing is to keep writing. The point is to continue even when there is no apparent point. To continue until there is no apparent point? It would be good for me to reread that Eckhart Tolle passage about wanting to put off doing things,…

Bi-fection


much-used, much-loved at some point   December 7, 2010 Infamous day, and I don’t mean Hanukah. So many holidays fundamentally at odds with one another. All religions are one. Except when they’re not. Which is all of the time. Hell, even single religions are not one. One is overrated. Daoism,…

Hammett Time


Positively viscous this morning. Viscous should be one of the states in the ever-changing taxonomy of eyes in Dashiell Hammett. His novels are a symphony of eyes, and the eyes are constantly hardening and turning liquid, becoming opaque and releasing into transparency. The eyes rebound off one another, forming a…

Daoism 102


Recently a friend asked me to recommend something to read about Daoism. Though I’m not a practicing Daoist, something I think would be difficult to do without spending time either in China or near a large Chinese community, the philosophical ideas in many early Daoist texts are at the core…

The Fire Last Time


After about a year and a half of constant pain, I found myself almost entirely pain-free within twelve hours of being treated with Remicade (inflixiamb.) This is a little like being hurled onto the shore after days at sea, then lying there as the tide goes out: first the shallow…

Not Meanings, but Means


Somewhere Ursala LeGuin wrote that “the means are the ends.” Words I try to live by, but let me push them a little further to means without ends. Trajectories of thought, ways of living, where there are means, and only means. Here we have not a moral charter that claims…

My Bodies, MySelves


Call it the egghead version of championship wrestling.In one corner, you have Jacques Lacan, enraptured by a tragic vision: humans chase after an imaginary holism, an image of integration they can never achieve.In the other corner, Deleuze & Guattari, a tag team. Several teams, actually. They keep splitting and multiplying.…

Post Pain Diary 2


Meaning is my enemy.Disease has as much to do with me, with a narrative of who I am, as the weather. They are both, to use Spinoza’s term, external events: something my body undergoes, but utterly without a guiding purpose.To give the disease a telos or an end is to,…