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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Statue: Inspired By Fleur Jaeggy’s Water Statues
I am cold white marble. An artist of genius gave me life. I can think and feel. Or so it seems. I cannot speak or move but that is of no concern. Imagination is not bounded by either. I’m not lonely. Solitude or solidarity, Nietzsche or Camus. I'm torn. I prefer...
How Baseball Channels True Believers, Scientists and Artists
The idea that there are truths we cannot know for sure is disturbing to those who want an answer for everything. Kurt Godel was a disrupter. He showed (proved) “that mathematics could not prove all of mathematics.” (see Waiting For Godel by Siobhan Roberts, The New...
Hiatus
Hiatus: a pause or gap in a sequence, series, or process. Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.Ludwig Wittgenstein Silence is goldenProverb If the Sun & Moon should DoubtTheyd immediately Go out William Blake, Auguries of Innocence Our last blog...
The Frolic Cafe – Chapters 1-20
The Frolic Café is a story I am writing in real time that will be posted on the Think in the Morning Website. The story will be edited and updated with additions and subtractions as I go. Comments and suggestions are welcome. Click on the links below to read the...
The Tygers of Wrath
NOTE: At Think in the Morning we are writing and posting a novel, The Frolic Cafe, in real time. We will edit, add, and subtract from each post as we go so what you read at first may change over time. This post, The Tigers of Wrath, is a short interlude in the...
Getting Boinged
Inflation is back in the news and for good reason. We are on the brink of testing a well-worn phrase, "inflation is always and everywhere a monetary phenomenon," first coined by Milton Friedman back in the sixties about the time I graduated from high school. As it...
Who’s On First?
My Thoughts at 3 This MorningMy recent experience with the medical system has convinced me that it bears an uncanny resemblance to the famous comedy sketch of Abbott and Costello. The difference is that the comedy sketch is about a game while the medical system is a...
Poem by Think in the Morning: Now
I don’t want to knowWhere we goWhen we die.I just wantTo be alive.To hear theEternal buzz of lifeBe it harmonyOr be it strife.To smell the rainWhether healthyOr in pain.To feel connectedTo the oneOr to the other.To taste the fallWinter springAnd the summer.To see the...
Short Fiction – Friend Me
He was not one to dig up corpses but sometimes they rose from the dead. When he got a “Friend” request from her, his first thought was to delete it but for some reason he left it in his Notifications. It kept coming back up every time he logged on like a bad...
Poem by Think in the Morning: Extra
The moon is happy.There is a willing tide.An owlResponding like grandfatherTo a change in the weatherCrosses the limits of reflectionMoving confidentlyThrough his world of dreams.From where I sitI can see the dustUpon those gathered dreams.It does not brush off...
Short Fiction – Maya
Súbeme paso apasito. Ho quieras pegar brinquitos. From The Lotería, La Escalera (The Ladder) Mutual forgiveness of each viceSuch are the gates of paradise William Blake Female, single, lonely, elderly and rich. It was the...
Short Fiction – Don’t Explain It Away
The locals say strange things happen when the fog comes out. The line between reality and unreality is blurred. John and Blake sat on the deck sipping bourbon out of plastic cups. The fog rolled in eclipsing the sun. “I’m working on a new book,” said Blake. “I...