Saturday, February 28, 2015

Afterlife: 50 Shades of reincabation inside memories

“We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say — and to feel — ‘Yes, that’s the way it is, or at least that’s the way I feel it. You’re not as alone as you thought.’”
So wrote Nobel prizewinner John Steinbeck - Stanford’s most illustrious drop-out

God is love, we are told. But Exodus tells us that God Himself says only that "I Am Who Am."
Self-criticism is integral to our sense of self. What does this unrelenting, unforgiving, internal nag want? That hazards question... I am Rich?

The biographer: glutton for anecdote, scavenger of detail, prisoner to tired conventions of chronology and storytelling ...

Mom’s hands 

bleed in the deep dishwater

she’s been immersed in 

for thirty years,

serving food to schoolchildren. 

She used to tell me,

“My son, look at my hands, 

so much time in dishwater,

imagine what you can accomplish 

with your mind.”
Maria Imrichova school cook Vrbov

From Gilgamesh on, theafterlife has taken many guises. Our view is an incoherent projection of needs and impulses, irreconcilably at odds
Literary history is male-dominated. Literary journalism, too. But rest assured it is  History of winners