The poetry has been slow in coming lately. I treat it as an entity apart from myself. That way, I can tell myself that it’s in no way my own fault if I write nothing. I have (unconsciously? semiconsciously?) created a world where I am not at fault for not doing that which I can Continue reading routine


Yesterday, I was noting down a lot of Mircea Eliade’s ideas on the form of early Judaism in general, and the story of the binding of Isaac in particular. Deep and worthy ideas, but unengaged. Campbell discards all of Judaism out of hand, but he is personally engaged with it — as an antagonist, at Continue reading readings

Several days, one entry

OK, you try to find an internet hookup in the hills of Galilee. This weekend was not just a retreat to the hills overlooking the Sea of G, but my first ever Yom Kippur.