174/2023
Happiness is not my natural habitat. I have often been there, inside that Jungle, but found it too luscious, too Wild, too unpredictable and inconsistent, And retreated beyond its boundaries… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: Ren Powell
153/2023
A deadly sin signs every fall. Sins are not just things invented by religion. They are crimes against all humanity. What is pride but arrogance? And arrogance deceit? My friend… Continue Reading
Day 272
One of the weirdest things about yesterday’s procedure was my loss of memory. Or, to be more precise, to have temporarily lost “the ability to create new memories,” which is… Continue Reading
Speakers For The Dead
Dear Ren, By way of a terrible piece of timing, I have just got back from my daily walk drenched to the skin, and my skin exercised by the hailstorm… Continue Reading
Of Pestilence and Politics
Dear R, I’m so glad you’ve written to me. It’s been a long time, and I know that both you and I have been distracted from our correspondence by the… Continue Reading
This Mountain of Life
Dear, dear Ren, When you wrote to me in June, I did actually start writing back. I have the scribbled draft in one of my notebooks (behind me in a… Continue Reading
Brecht and Diderot and the internet
Dear Ren, Sorry not to have written back sooner. Ever since I got back from the US, I seem to have been doing nothing but day job work, volunteer commitments,… Continue Reading
Trying (too hard) to grow old disgracefully
Dear Ren, Two weeks ago, my alarm went after I’d got three hours of sleep after getting into JFK at 23:00 EST, getting a ride back to where I was… Continue Reading
Time is pressing
Dear Ren, Time is pressing, which is why, for the first time since we’ve been writing these letters, I’m scrawling mine directly onto my blog (can you scrawl with a… Continue Reading
Heinrich von Kleist and all that
Dear Ren, I wonder if it is the truly personal navel-gazing nature of our correspondence which makes people not comment on it on your blog – or perhaps it is… Continue Reading