http://www.donsilver.net/blob "I composed my own epitaph...'What the hell was that all about?!'” Thu, 06 Mar 2008 16:54:14 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en inspired by Benedictus de Spinoza Whether it is the aloofness of corporate prestige, or the power of the monarch, or the subtlety of the religious leader, all great people seek the same thing - to be godlike. And what is this magnificent quality? It is unaffectedness. God is beyond the concern ... http://www.donsilver.net/blob/?p=62 Note: I believe by the type of type, the yellow paper, the writing style and the fact that he never read this aloud to me, the following short story is a decade or two old. Nonetheless, it looks interesting (I don't read the things before typing them in -- ... http://www.donsilver.net/blob/?p=61 Letter to Lydia (continued) ..."I hope you don't think that this kind of pre-occupation indicates I am 'making my bed' or anything like that. No, I realize I wouldn't be here in the first place if I hadn't failed somehow to acquire a perfect connoiserurship for being dead: one has to ... http://www.donsilver.net/blob/?p=59 In the envelope that contained the prior two letters, one to Leon, the other to Leon's wife, Lydia, there's one other letter that appears to be from this time period that I will transcribe today: "Dear Lydia, Thanks very much for your letter. And for the little buffet of the pig's-bladder it ... http://www.donsilver.net/blob/?p=58 Here is the third and final installment from the letter I've been transcriping from Bob to Lydia, Kathleen's mother, from that period in the 1970s when Bob was a shut-in. I could be more plain. But I observe the alchemist's cautious motto: obscurum per obscurius. Well, not really, I don't mean ... http://www.donsilver.net/blob/?p=57 On closer phenomenological investigation of myself, the truth of the old adage gets clearer and clearer: 'The made are merely the outvoted.' Parmenides, the ancient pre-Socratic philosopher knew this when he asserted that the world was constructed by Nomos, or Convention, and not out of Physis, or what we now ... http://www.donsilver.net/blob/?p=56 This is an excerpt from a letter to Lydia, Kathleen's mother, from the same period (1970s). It begins: "You are wrong to feel abashed about your earlier letter or apologize for it as silly. I should be the one abashed for having assumed that pseudo-schoolmasterly tone in my reply. But ... http://www.donsilver.net/blob/?p=55 For several years in the Seventies, Bob disappeared from public life, which is to say, he stopped going outside. He lived at that time with his girlfriend, Diane, who worked and supported him and I believe he had received a small inheritance after his dad's passing, which provided grocery ... http://www.donsilver.net/blob/?p=54 My sweetest friend, spun 'round my wayward rib, --the place still throbs that you were taken from, and for the absence from my chest, its crib, that childish bone must all my wish become. Now borne within a tent of silken flesh, as palanquin some holy relic bears, that bone with which your tender sinews mesh makes ... http://www.donsilver.net/blob/?p=53 Arise, crepuscular and bilious moon, and bid the wolves lift up their throats and croon! For from his crypt the vampire has burst and roams abroad to slake his raging thirst! And if you wonder where he stalks his kill, it's in the little town of Chestnut Hill-- In through your midnight window will he come and ... http://www.donsilver.net/blob/?p=52