Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
- William BlakeBehind the Locked Door
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William Blake’s Lark
As we slowly read the Doleful City of God by Adriana Diaz Enciso (translating from Spanish to English as we go), we are at the same time revisiting the work of William Blake upon whom Enciso's book is based. The current blog is based on Blake's concept of the lark...
Adriana Diaz Enciso: Doleful City of God
This life's dim windows of the soulDistorts the heavens from pole to poleAnd leads you to believe a lieWhen you see with, not through, the eye. William Blake, The Everlasting Gospel Adriana Díaz Enciso is a Mexican poet, essayist, translator and writer. I came...
Commencement Season Again
Last year Think in the Morning posted our Best Commencement Speech Ever by David Foster Wallace. There have been many great commencement addresses over the years. Undoubtedly there will be more. We still think DFW’s is one of the best and we read and listen to it...
Rue de Marchands
Rue de Marchands I made my fortune selling hot dogsalong the Rue de Marchandsand am left now to squander itamong the fig trees of paradise. I made my fortune selling investmentsalong the boulevardsand am left now to squander itamong the fig trees of...
Ode To Spring
There have been no new translations from the Sanskrit this week.Philosophy is at a low point.Giant Matilija poppies in the gardenOvergrownHave collapsedThe stems and bloomsForming circlesHollow in the middleWhere silently at sunsetEmptiness waits for a messiah.This...
Uncle Ned
When I was growing up, I attracted the attention of a meddlesome uncle who felt obligated to teach me everything he thought I’d missed from not having my father around. My parents were divorced and I lived with my mother. The divorce happened not long after I was...
The Shell
“I think it’s your shell.”“I have a shell?”“Of course, everything does.”“Everything?”“Well, clams, mussels, scallops, abalones, armadillos.”“Have you ever seen an armadillo?”“No, but I’ve read about them.”“That’s hearsay. You can’t use it.”“Okay, beetles then. They...
Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction
Truth is stranger than fiction. Mark TwainWhat is the best way to describe a particular life experience? That is the dilemma I am currently grappling with. The answer it seems to me depends on what you are trying to accomplish with the description. Is the purpose...
Don’t Miss This
My friend Peter Lit will be reading a few of his new poems this Thursday night (April 15) at a ZOOM author's night sponsored by the Gallery Bookshop. Here is the LINK TO REGISTER: Three short talks. One great evening! Featured authors: Peter Lit, Suzanne Sherman,...
The Realm of the Senses
Some previous Easter posts are at these linksJesus, Mezcal and the Easter BunnyEaster ThoughtsEaster Thoughts, In Defense of ModerationIn Oaxaca Mexico there is a small mezcaleria started by a couple of young American guys called El Destilado just a block away from...
How I Learned To Read and Write
In my old age I started to write, first a blog then a novel. I'm asked from time to time how someone who ran a restaurant and later worked as an independent financial planner ended up writing. The answer is easy. I learned to love reading and writing years ago as...
Has Amerika Lost Its Mojo?
It's not surprising that a country founded on genocide toward native peoples, an economy founded on slavery, a culture permeated with religious differences and the usual rich-poor divide not to mention the racism endemic to the human race should find a few cracks in...