Don’t Ask Me To Dinner
Don’t ask me to dinner. Just don’t. I’m not very good at playing nice anymore. I’m not very good at …
Category Archives: The City
The Fork In The Road
“What distinguishes the men I have in mind is that they did not impose their authority on man; on the …
Bloomsday Is An Intellectual Game… Dedalusday A Spiritual Journey
“Bloomsday is an intellectual game… Dedalusday is a spiritual journey.”—Xenon “When Zen gives utterance to itself, it goes against the …
It’s Bloomsday…For The Masses, Dedalusday For The Few
“Will you be as gods? Gaze in your omphalos.”—Stephen Dedalus, A.K.A. James Joyce, Ulysses “It’s Bloomsday…for the masses; Dedalusday for …
Gravitational Pull… Of The Soul
“I believe that one must pass beyond the sphere and influence of art. Art is only a means to life, …
Back To Basics (Life)
“I adjure you by the living God Almighty and by your duty to our Order and by the love you …
She…And The Poetry Open Mic (Again)
“For it is one of the curiosities and difficulties of our subject that its materials come to us for the …
On The Pedestalizing Of Books
“Privation and suffering alone can open the mind of a man to all that is hidden to others.”—Words of the …
The Carnival Dream
An eminently Omphalos-like title for a post. Carnival, the sometimes riotous pre-Lenten celebrations in The Roman Catholic world, culminating in …
Careful, You’re Crossing A Line
“He is, of course, attempting the impossible—to describe in words (which always lie) that which is beyond words.”—Timothy Leary, forward …
Omphalos Cafe 