I found myself sat in a small, wooden chair within a good sized cage. Behind me, sat outside the cage were three dogs eyeing me intently. Inside the cage in front of me was small wooden box with an opening facing me. Through that opening, by the light of a bulb lit within, I could … Continue reading My Silent Brother, Cosmo
Author: Mark
The Five Ws
I get a lot of questions about this blog these days so it seems wise to cover some of the basics. In journalistic terms we call 'the who, what, when, where, and why,' the five Ws.
The Age of Nano Pleasure
It seems almost comical to think what used to rock our worlds. A first bicycle, a first kiss. Then the ante was raised to the first car, the first shag. The trend seemed irreversible. With every passing year the pains and pleasures became more intense. But anyone with a smart phone knows, this trend reverses. … Continue reading The Age of Nano Pleasure
What goes down must come up
A death. A hideous diagnosis. A terrible injury. These and other blows from life’s hammer are devastating in the extreme. And many times we look at the human wreckage left in the wake of such experiences and we begin to believe that sometimes there are blows from which we simply cannot recover.
One is the Loneliest Number
Loneliness outnumbers us. Loneliness outguns us. It is everywhere. It lurks in every shadow, just steps from us, like some phantom bankruptcy, ready to stain every happiness on to which we cling. It preys equally on those who are alone, and those who are not. It stalks both the happy and the depressed. At this … Continue reading One is the Loneliest Number
The Dark Gifts
Long before all living memory, and even beyond the reach of history, there existed a time of what today we might call magic. It was not adolescents waving sticks and speaking incantations. It was not old hags burning candles in front of cauldrons filled with eyes of newts and toes of frogs. Neither was is … Continue reading The Dark Gifts
The Two Homes
It’s been a long day at the salt mines. And like most such days it was filled with the usual joys, disappointments and petty maneuverings that make work such a mediocre place to spend such a large portion of one’s life. But at least the day is over. Thankfully the day was punctuated by numerous … Continue reading The Two Homes
Nick Cave on Grief and Love
Dear Cynthia, This is a very beautiful question and I am grateful that you have asked it. It seems to me, that if we love, we grieve. That’s the deal. That’s the pact. Grief and love are forever intertwined. Grief is the terrible reminder of the depths of our love and, like love, grief is … Continue reading Nick Cave on Grief and Love
Three Questions
What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude. It was like being exhumed, I answered. And brought to life in a flash of brilliance. What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy. It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence. … Continue reading Three Questions
MY SOUL HAS A HAT
I have no more time for interminable meetings where internal statutes, rules, procedures and regulations are discussed, knowing that nothing will be achieved.
I have no more time to support absurd people who, despite their chronological age, have not grown up. My time is too short: I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry. I no longer have a lot of sweets in the package.