Here is one more attempt at trying to explicate the mystery of Leviathan and Behemoth. This is a work in progress, but for those among you interested in myth and esoterica and/or Judaism, you may forgive its rough edges. Writing this took me most of yesterday evening and much of the morning, a work that’s . . . → Continue reading: Rejoining Tetragrammaton
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Truth cannot be told, but it can be pointed to. (this is in contradiction to teachings that “Truth already has been spelled out once and for all, and we can only keep interpreting its obscure message” (Umberto Eco in describing the cult of tradition, the first feature of ur-fascism). Pointed to, as in, go in . . . → Continue reading: On the Importance of Preparation her voice soft like honey seeps into me i can feel intonations resonating in my ears sweeten the harsh world with your lavender voice caressing my pen torturing my fingers write i must write for you and you alone Jennifer Wickboldt wrote the poem above, one of many available sprawled over old tripod user pages. . . . → Continue reading: Jennifer Wickboldt So what happened, Aharon? Death and resurrection. Of this blog. No more am I of the FEMA ESF-14 LTCR Team in Vermilion Parish. That’s all done with. Officially demobilised on March 20th along with all the other parish teams save for Orleans and St. Bernard Parish. About a month earlier, a local planner had seen . . . → Continue reading: Lost Month I am in Baton Rouge now, having been hired by a global megacorporation whose humble beginnings, I have learned, were in the plumbing trade, specifically, pipe manufacturing. Connections to urban and environmental planning interests, follow directly from the assimilation of firms specializing in engineering pumps, those laying labyrinthine pipeworks, and those mapping the guts and . . . → Continue reading: Of the Red Stick Long ago I planted my heart in a field, the soil of which had long been fertilized with the dung of lumbering, magic creatures. I walked away with faith that upon returning years later, I’d find a heart tree, and live long succored by its precious fruit, and be nourished by a knowledge rooted deep . . . → Continue reading: More inspiration from broken hearts Here’s a song that my co-worker, Leslie Meyers penned with the team lead for Beauregard Parish, Richard Hendrickson (who can sing it!) There is only one L in Vermilion There is only one L in Chevrolet There is only one L in Louisiana And that is why people say: You only need one L . . . → Continue reading: There is only one L in Vermilion This year, the Jewish holiday of Purim is on March 12th, which is so close to Mardi Gras (Feb 28th), the parallels are impossible to miss. I experienced Mardi Gras in Lafayette and Kaplan, the latter, far enough into the countryside where you can still find the vestiges of some extremely old traditions in practice. . . . → Continue reading: Mardi Gras and Purim A meta-post just to explain that some posts will now be password protected. The blog is a useful space for documenting certain thoughts for my own review. I could document these offline in a handwritten journal, or in a text document on my hard drive, but I find it more usful and interesting to see . . . → Continue reading: Protected Posts Today I’m catching up reading all the posts from the JitW-spring06 list that I missed reading because I didn’t register until a few days before the gathering. The discussions and insights of the folks on the list touch on all of the relevant issues and reflect the sophistication and insight I respect so much in . . . → Continue reading: Lazy Sunday |
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