Tuesday, February 19, 2008

A little Kierkegaard

Every once in a while I get out Kierkegaard's Journals--sometimes it's like turning on a floodlight in the deep woods at midnight; sometimes it's a bit like having an ice-cube stuck down the pants. As I thought about the Gospel reading from this past Sunday (of the Publican and Pharisee), I remembered a Journal entry from Jan. 7, 1839:

"What is so confusing about us is that we are at once the pharisee and the publican."

Well, he's right of course.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Part of a poem

The glinting steel
That slices through life--
Slow death, quickly realized.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

First attempt, probably won't be pretty

I've no idea what I'm doing here. I wanted to comment on someone else's blog, kept clicking on stuff, somehow ended up with a blog of my very own. I don't have time for this kind of nonsense. No one in their right mind would care what I think. I seldom care what I think! But maybe this can be a place to practice my fiddlefarting--I don't think I'm as good at it as I once was, and I'd like to recover that lost skill.