Summer slips away, leaving room for Fall. The first order of the day is to talk for a moment about a friend's book of poems, Selene by Michael Odom. I see this book as a reflection of an obsession. A woman. A sorceress. A corpse. An eternal ambivalence, love and hate. The cover uncovers, revealing the … Continue reading Return from the Abyss
And so it came to pass that I fell into the ambivalent well. Trouble is, I can’t tell if I’m drowning or being reborn. Why did I wander past a bookshelf and feel the need to caress this little book, On Ambivalence, by Kenneth Weisbrode. Was it the black satin cover, the photo of an … Continue reading Ambivalence Hurts, or Is It Love?
Dear “A” response to Derrida While constructing and deconstructing, I arrived at one last letter, a mark upon the page. An ‘A:’ Authority. Your job: to say IT is and isn’t, confusing my suspicions. Another ‘A:’ Arbitrator. IT, me, and in the middle, you. Tonight, I pin this scarlet letter upon your … Continue reading On Ambivalence and Postmodernism