“This is conclusive, and if men are capable of any truth, this is it.” ……………………………………………….…— Blaise Pascal, on his wager  Blaise’s Place Blaise’s place is on a sunset strip sliced razor-straight through desert air many cul de sacs veer from its hot black path which is squeezed in a pass between mountains there west where…

Buddha Mind Buddha mind’s a still but never motionless field Buddha mind holds all, each wave and ripple subsumed along with every tiny dot, a broken wholeness no metaphor can speak its more-and-less no single thought can split its late-and-soon its splash and depth of shade, golden color, its sanguine stippled clouds, its calm bronze…

Uroboros new year, a day of ends and beginnings, two extremes of a rope, sunup-sundown, the moment we split our sign for infinity (that lazy 8 napping on its side as life goes on), the day we take a short breath in belief that its undulant line can really be cut and resumed without upsetting…

Prayer I thank Thee for this couch and the room it inhabits and the chair which, being its partner in undeserved comfort, leaves itself available to any weary stander who might take advantage of its open invitation to sit, and for those two aptly-named bolsters plumped at one of the couch’s ends near the bookcase…

Until I’ve not roamed the four corners of the earth but I have roamed the four corners of the earth I contain as much love and callousness as any human does I love and harm as sure as the passionate sun does, which inflames dawn clouds in iconic peace and beauty which inflames sunset clouds…

Everything passes and everything changes, just do what you think you should do …………………………………….… —Bob Dylan Flux You, Heraclitus! …. —for Brian Another lifelong friend has died Sunday part of me again has vanished too We were young together building things, partners, carpenters in sync we drove spikes through joists hammering steel to steel. You…

Imagine our town rests in a mountain-bowl at twilight, common and small as dust and dream but huge in life beyond what it seems, its few lights jitter on the river’s skin, the dam pond’s spillway lets its waters out as upstream they come in under a steel truss bridge, the dam buoys’ stillness under…

“(Swifts) feed in the air, they mate in the air, they get nest material in the air. They can land on nest boxes, branches, or houses, but they can’t really land on the ground.” —Researcher Susanne Åkesson Swift I’ve been airborne since Augustus set the footings of the Roman Peace —in that alone I flew…

August 18, 12:10 pm orange serpentine between sloped green and me sky pondlight blue clean, clouds cumulous/cirrus half unseen in a frame like dream geometry/physics bone-like brick wood-like flesh and glass that, with reflections, sings with ridges and walls, choral: concrete, spheres, steel and other distinctly human things Jim Culleny 8/18/19

A Simple Ontology maybe flower petals are held to stems by thought and the wind’s a counter-thought that plucks and sets them elsewhere in the grass to grow in contemplative resolution beside the notion of a grub-pulling crow maybe the wind itself is a palpable bright idea, something about motion and the abhorrence of vacuums something about coming and…

Getting Sealegs topside sun’s brilliant as it’ll almost ever be on ship’s steel on deep see I never knew that things could (at once) still & moving be motion’s feel out here is constant news to me sound of sea-slaps-hull within sheer three sixty hoop that hems hull and me all new ………….unconsciously whatever’s ever…

Imagine This unlikely thing shaped like a dish saucer moonspan wide in nightsky laden with milk for a cat still and perfectly crisp who’s ever less than that and ever more than this sun up moon scats have you noticed that in a miraculous way fully backed by science, truth, even in the dark, will always stare you…

God gave names to all the animals, in the beginning, in the beginning …………………….….. —Bob Dylan Yclept to be called anything, to be called, Jim, for instance, is to be tagged for life unless you choose otherwise and pull a new name from a hat; a new you —say, Ed, which would amount to a tangle…

Ostinato first their concerted honks— unseen, …………then as apparitions they rise from foliage at the foot of the hill framed in a window sash they rise to the cackles of crows already at breakfast in our yard arrayed upon green, black notes of an almost endless chord, ostinato of the articulated sounds of vees that…

Two young men greeted a new crew member on a ship’s quarterdeck 60 years ago and, in a matter of weeks, by simple challenge, introduced this then 18 year-old who’d never really read a book through to the lives that can be found in them.… —Thank you Anthony Gaeta and Edmund Budde for your life-altering input.…

Socrates said to Glaucon,”The things we think we know are like shadows cast by a  distant light on the walls of a cave  of things unseen we do not know.” The Thin Skin of Our Conceits —For L. who couldn’t find the balloon she’d saved in remembrance of a cousin of her childhood You called last night…

“Time is a static in the mind.”—Malachi Black, poet Timesea In the days when there were bona fide summers when months were loyal to the expected, when they stayed more or less within their lanes, December not copping the joys of July, for instance, when seasons honored tradition and did not insist on mukluks in…

Gull on a Spar I’m a gull on a spar —so much sea, so little far this perch is so unsteady I wonder what my bearings are the roll and sway and pitch, the other gull-calls I am hearing as ship slides into ditch of trough, this captain must be drunk the way he’s steering…

Authoritarian if hubris were astronomical it would appear as a black hole at the center of its galaxy in tie and suit which would not be seen, but whose influence, its dragging presence, would be known by the stars around it that vanish into its maw —would not be seen because its mass’ draw would…

I look at my grandchildren and know that, being so young, they have little serious understaning of Covid and wonder what parts of it they’ll recall. Or will it linger…? How vague a memory will it be. What sort of meaning will it have, one like mine of world war? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Meaning of the…