Most of what I know about Buddhism I learned from watching Kung Fu on television. I know, for example, that Shaolin priests are wicked good at cracking head when they have to. I know also that Shaolin priests-in-training can walk the length of the rice paper and leave no trace. They’re awesome. Step back with […]
My living space is dotted, now as always, with little aggregations of domestic clutter. Found objects, objects that I’ve made or bought or liberated from less appreciative owners. All carefully arranged and occasionally dusted. All pretty to me. They help me remember stuff. The red-handled stage screw is youth theater. The brass weights are “rusticating” […]
Behold the nutria skull. I bought it on ebay from a man who sells beetle-cleaned bones. That was shortly after my mother died. 2006. And yes, “seller of beetle-cleaned bones” is an actual job description. The crematorium had packed my mother’s ashes inside a small, white cardboard box. Like an order of Kung Pao chicken. […]
