Category Archives: banality of evil

Or Shall We Die?

From the Writing of “or shall we die?” by Ian McEwan from Granta 7, originally published 1983. For all the complex discussion of nuclear strategy with unique blend of logic and paranoia, at heart, the situation had about it the … Continue reading

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My Friend Asha told me about 2 Deaths

Asha told me about her father dying in India: “My father was killed in a car accident. A truck ran into his car and ripped off the top. There are no driving laws in India. The truck driver ran away. … Continue reading

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Each a Crowded Vessel Drifting Alone into the Unknown

“Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. Must have been shattering. Stamped into one’s memory. … Continue reading

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Maybe We Should Have Another Focus?

There were none of those thousand sources of irritation that the ingenuity of civilized man has created to mar his own felicity. There were no foreclosures of mortgages, no protested notes, no bills payable, no debts of honour in Typee; … Continue reading

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3 Pieces from a Journal from 6/2018

Things Occur to Me Moment by Moment   elliptical fan distortion rippling  the surface but touching nothing deeper than  gliding fish feel not  the least disturbed inches  under the surface, unknowing the peril from above, claws or oxygen in too … Continue reading

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