Cities and cities

The very first thing I read after a long time of dedication to writing my dissertation: Invisible Cities, recommended by a friend. I read the novel/poem from the beginning to the end during the hours sitting on a plane from Detroit to Phoenix. When was the last time that I endured this manner of reading? […]

nothing hidden or held back

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) (Wikipedia) XXVIII (From The Gardener) Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know my meaning as the moon would fathom the sea. I have bared my life before your eyes from end to end, with nothing hidden or held back. That is why you know me not. If it were only […]