I just bought some new sheets. They’re nothing particularly exotic, just some 400 TC cotton sheets that were on sale at overstock.com. I don’t buy sheets very often, though, and this purchase seems important.
A collection of pieces from a 1991 writing course.
- …Rely on Them, modern miracles
- University Haze, smog as a metaphor
- Be Careful What You Wish For, beware adult-envy
- Specialization is for Insects, my rather strange career path
- People, Places, and Themes, travel and writing
- How I Write, why my house is clean
- Burglary, it’s just stuff
- An Interview, from the other Gulf war
- Feet of Clay, thoughts on the flaws of our heroes
- Border Crossing, a verse written in San Diego around 1990
WHAT MAKES experience worth waiting for? Why not indulge in hedonistic now? Always, there is an easy open door. Temptation beckons, there to show us how To bypass patience, tedium, long tracks, Achieving simulated wealth and peace: A fraction of the cost for gilded wax. Make merry, 'fore we find ourselves deceased! But will the faux experience ring true With want forgone, anticipation skipped? Next year, will memory be there for you Or will you be by some new fashion gripped? For quality through time can resonate, Genuine art is thus proved worth the wait
— RonRisley – 11 Apr 2005 (revised 17 Apr 2005)
I am skeptical about bumper stickers as an effective form of communication. Can any important social issue be reduced to a message that fits on a 5″ x 12″ sign with type large enough to be read from a distance at highway speeds? It seems as though it is a medium that begs for reductionist thinking and pandering to stereotypes. You can’t really even fit a haiku comfortably on a bumper sticker.
WHAT PROFIT, then, in contemplating ends While things begin, at midpoint, at the last? We know that tricky time just warps and bends Perceptions of our now, our then, our past. We celebrate a birth e'en though we know That fleeting fame leads only to the grave: But for this life, death would not be a foe 'Tis ends make moments rare enough to save. Indeed, our moments make eternity, What matters matters 'twixt myself and thou, Connects the ancient with modernity: The only true forever happens now. To know that night will fall before too long Must not diminish wonder at the dawn
— RonRisley – 06 Apr 2005