Right now, my brain feels eager and “ready to fire on all cylinders,” a metaphor that is quickly going to become an anachronism. In the near-future of electric and self-driven cars, is anyone going to remember, the 2-Cylinder, 4-Cylinder, the 6 and 8 Cylinder behemoths of the petroleum era? For one thing, the fact that my brain is eager and ready to go at a time when summer has officially ended, longer nights and colder days are ahead, and the task of harvesting has to rush before the onset of winter darkness, is contrarian and against the logic of nature. At least the logic of nature in the northern hemisphere of this planet and most appropriate in what we used to call, the temperate zone lands. I live in one such, middle America, and my formative imagination fed on the words of a land even farther to the north, though not as north as the North Pole.


Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; 

Conspiring with him how to load and bless 

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run


These are the words that float in my mind when I take a walk around my neighborhood, seeing occasional fruit trees shedding their apples and pears over the fences, vines drooping with purple berries that you should not eat, and gray-leaved Russian olive trees beginning to form their equally inedible little oval fruit.

Instead of making me feel rich and full at the coming harvest, these thoughts in my mind begin to turn toward the wonder of new creation, new lives beginning, just coming into the stage of existing not just as buds but as fulfilled fruits. The world and its wonders lie at the feet of these just fully formed beings. An ocean of possibilities.

You could pierce this meditation to the core by pointing out that this is the beginning of the school year and someone who is once and forever a student/scholar will be programmed to consider beginnings in the third quarter of the calendar year. Obviousness has its benefits!https://www.nytimes.com/2018/08/21/magazine/how-do-you-explain-the-obvious.html

But, what about the consequences that follow? Suffice it to say that this impetus seems to lie under pretty much everything creative that my mind turns to.

To Be Continued….  Obviously…..

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word lover, meaning maniac, bilingual with metalingual interests, sometimes potter, poet, playwright, writer, mover to music, always a pontificator.
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