April 2011
Pomp, Circumstance and Human Hearts
Here I sit, shortly after seven in the morning, eyes fixed on the television, joining apparently 2 billion of fellow humans, watching the royal wedding of William of Wales and Catherine Elizabeth Middleton. I must henceforth confess that I am an anti-monarchist and stalwart republican. The monarchy is a dreadful relic of an oppressive and classist past and makes a rather jarring sight amidst...
“Everything is a struggle between Athens and Jerusalem. In that tussle, I stand...”
The Idiot
The greater Russian writer, Fyodor Dostoevsky wrote a wonderful philosophical novel that dealt with much more elevated themes than the nonsense I am about to delve into, so it is with remorse that I proceed further with this essay that bears the same title as Dostoevsky’s wonderful work. In my case, the idiot at hand is Donald Trump, a man I have described as a prostitute who whores his name...
The Invisible Corps
To be an atheist in a family of believers. As the famille gathered for Easter, to share a feast and tales of goings on, jokes and a bevy of laughter, grandma said a brief prayer before bread was broken and liquid matter was imbibed. There I was, along with my Jewish in-law, refraining from the chant, “Christ is risen. He is risen indeed.” You see, I simply do not believe; and as I...
“It is only when in love, that certain things become momentous to one. Paintings,...”
A Wonderful Essay by Christopher Hitchens on the... →
“I have concluded that over the course of time, our culture has only grown...”
Indigo Grey - Continued
So he cursed himself for loving her. His efforts at losing interest were made null by his heart’s singular desire. How could he be so weak he wondered? He had ended infatuations and obsessions before. He had incinerated desire in the deep flames of his will. He had abruptly stopped loving women he once thought he would spend the rest of his days with. He could control his heart and steer it...
“I need a muse with a fuse, to turn on my truth; to grant me the cues, from which...”
The Most Sentimental Death Scene I Have...
“The loss of the man who had become her closest friend and friendliest rival knocked the stuffing out of Carmen, and one night she dreamed that she was standing by a lake surrounded by forested hills, and Prince Henry was beckoning to her from the back of a wild elephant. ‘Nobody killed me,’ he told her. ‘It was just time to fold my hand.’ The next morning Aires and...
