True Confessions
As I down my second espresso shot, I jolt myself from the blissful state of sleeping until noon. I don’t regret the bliss, but it dawns on me I will never get a refund for this lost time. Post caffeine, I scan a week ago Sunday’s LA Times and today’s breaking news in the NY Times. What transpires in less than ten days shocks me. Not only humanitarian deeds, scientific advances and creative breakthroughs, but episodes of unreality stream. Political sideshows offer their wares, smear campaigns unleash and possible acts of terrorism go down. Seven centuries ago, Chaucer earned his burial place in the Poet’s corner of Westminster Abbey, not only for legitimizing the use of the vernacular or we would still be reading Latin, but for his insights into the poetics of tides and time. I should have reread this mantra sooner! Read More »