The Rothko Conundrum

Many thanks to a little boy named Ezra (and his expert crocodile tears) and Mark Rothko for filling my time at AAA as I waited to get my new 44-year-old license. I have to admit that it felt a little awkward giving up on Lucretius, who got me through a registration renewal at the DMV […]

Thinking

The Thinker as Poet Aus der Erfahrung des Denkens —Martin Heidegger How like a           whisper the wind engaging the cup of my ear. How like a shout       these echoing passages filter northwest to southeast. How like a growl      the rustling leaves request channel from shadows to true […]