Essay · Rudimentary Philosophy

On Hearing Notes Composed in Mourning

I attended a concert of classical music this evening. The final piece, “Ode to Lord Buckley,” composed by David Amram, was written after the death of the titular entertainer. Amram knew him well. What follows is a scant account of the performance’s sublimity, composed by myself. The saxophonist scoops notes penned in memoriam and hurls… Continue reading On Hearing Notes Composed in Mourning

Essay · Rudimentary Philosophy

Memory Wormhole (An Opening)

The falsities I signify as memories lie in stacked planes, pierced by a needle, threaded taut at the most peculiar points; each day is an involuntary setting off of previously lived remembrances, bounded in touchstones I’ve symbolically mythologized in my psyche. One past moment bounds into another: full submersion in a wormhole of past occurring… Continue reading Memory Wormhole (An Opening)

Gallimaufry · Rudimentary Philosophy

An Evening Out in Fishtown, or the shabbily doctored-up bits of observation I typed into my phone on the evening of August 19, 2016.

Find no purpose here!—unless purpose can be distilled from the peculiarities of the sights and sounds of one man's collection of lines taken down while pretending to send text messages during a summer evening out in an eclectic Philadelphia neighborhood.    Frankfort Hall. Beer garden. Biergarten? I’ll settle on the former. This is a haven… Continue reading An Evening Out in Fishtown, or the shabbily doctored-up bits of observation I typed into my phone on the evening of August 19, 2016.