daily, i am reminded that i know nothing. (nothing, of course, is relative.) daily, i am reminded that i do know something, but that there is much i do not know. (knowing, of course, is relative.) daily, i am reminded that nothing is knowing. (both of which are incompatible, because, even the lowliest of us knows something.) daily, i am reminded that i know something, but there is much left to learn. (learning, of course, is relative.) daily, i am reminded that i am learning (much.)
research meditation information procrastination
i’m sorry you missed the sunrise this morning. it was magnificent. but instead you chose to mope around the foyer, striking dramatic poses & sighing heavily, “ah me.”
night, michigan avenue looking south from the sheraton hotel, spring 1973
mary (moorhead, minnesota, 1973, silver gelatin print)
sunrise, march 26, 2011 at 6:45 a.m. pdt
i am just a wee bit of a chatty cathy today (just ask m. for confirmation) as i did not sleep well last night & woke up about 3:30 & just laid there, my mind spinning & stopping (topics: minou, my aching lower right jaw — which was why i was awake — the dilaudid that i’d taken for the pain & which most likely was the cause of my wakefulness, work — which i won’t bore you with — writing, posting, blogs, minou again — seriously — facebook, the pain, am i dying — of course i am, we all are kind-of-thoughts,) & i was flopping from the fetal position to flat on my back & back again to the fetal position (lying on my right side only); one pillow over my head & then off again, finally just muttering to myself, “get the fuck up,” downing in quick succession two mugs of coffee, well, i’m sure you get the idea. so, yeah, my lips are flapping.
was it john cheever or john updike (i get my johns confused sometimes) that said he liked to write about middles, because that’s where the extremes of life meet? after typing that sentence i’m sure it was updike. but it got me to thinking that starting a book in the middle might be a good idea, if i were in the market for a good idea, that is. which i may be, but i don’t want to talk about it, because if you put it out there, then there’s some expectation of results & i am not result oriented (i force my nature to be that way in my professional life; those people have expectation that must be met, besides i’m spoiled by the benefits associated with results & by the society that bestows those benefits based on the results one produces.) la la la la la la la la la (really robert, you shouldn’t sing.) middles. yes, i think so.