by Think In The Morning | Mar 15, 2026 | Words |
The force that through the green fuse drives the flowerThe force that through the green fuse drives the flowerDrives my green age; that blasts the roots of treesIs my destroyer.And I am dumb to tell the crooked roseMy youth is bent by the same wintry fever.The force...
by Think In The Morning | Mar 9, 2026 | More, Words |
Referring to the character Horacio Oliveira in Julio Cortizar’s masterpiece novel Hopscotch, one reviewer wrote:He often asks himself how it is possible that humans as a genus, as a species, as an ensemble of civilizations, have arrived at the present day by...
by Think In The Morning | Mar 2, 2026 | More, Words |
I’m hopelessly stuck in the sixties, seventies and eighties. That’s as far as I go unless I’m forced to function in the present as I am today. I’m pretty good with technology, I guess. I majored in math and economics. God know’s why, as they say, those who believe....
by Think In The Morning | Feb 24, 2026 | Words |
It is a wet, quiet, cold, and somewhat dreary day. My thoughts flex inward like a flock of parakeets with heads tucked under their wings, voices muffled as they speak an instant already gone. Life feels off balance, stuck between a past that can be revisited but...
by Think In The Morning | Feb 16, 2026 | Words |
“My house . . .” said Cosimo, and gestured around, at the highest branches, the clouds, “my house is everywhere, everywhere I can climb, going up . . .” The Baron Of The Trees, Italo Calvino In 1958 when I was twelve years old I visited my great uncle Lewis Foster...
