“Esteban” (A portrait from the past)

“Esteban” oil -WM

Esteban is a Spaniard of Catalan mother and Andalusian father. He grew up in a small Catalan city. He came from Barcelona to Paris with dreams of journalistic glory as an envoy of a literary magazine. He had the great sensitivity of a writer but for success he lacked two basic qualities: education and money. In Barcelona, the magazine published his rubric a la Dear Abby which he surely handled well because he knew how to dig into life situations and his religious morality concorded with that … Read More

“Janek” (A portrait from the past)

ink drawing of Janek
“Janek” – ink – WM

Unfortunately I can’t give his family name even if, as readers will find out, it has an important place in history. Janek was born either in Westphalia like his parents or in France. He had some German blood, I am not sure from which side. In Polish he spoke correctly; in French, like a Frenchman. During the war, when he was 8 or 9 years old, his father sent him to the Hitlerjugend. Janek told me how the whippersnappers of his age sliced each other … Read More

Shearing of the Sheep

Last month we learned about a sheep that escaped shearing for six years, hiding alone in caves in the New Zealand wilderness. To live solitary is already against the sheep’s basic instinct and the absence of the predators made its survival possible. But nobody, as far as I know, has posed the question: what made the sheep escape shearing, its flock and humans? I feel I may have answer:

Many years ago, I won’t say where, I witnessed a sheep shearing. Decent looking young men in their twenties behaved as … Read More

The Other Side of the Fence

I strolled along a busy urban avenue, I don’t remember in which city. There was a lot of traffic, noise and pollution. In one spot a wooden fence covered the view to passersby. When you approached the fence and looked over, another universe appeared, as if Mother Nature had been there since the beginning. There were grass, flowers, bushes, trees, fragrances, insects … something totally opposite the world on the other side of the fence. How do opposites affect us? Could we become opposite each time we drop into the … Read More

…Can Democracy Survive?

The West as we know, has developed a dynamic history and civilization. Other cultures, no matter how long lasting, have remained more static, therefore weaker. We all pay for it now. Let’s keep in mind that somebody’s power is dangerous only in the presence of somebody’s weakness. Sixty years after WW2, the West’s shining democracy declines. The West’s unmatched power has engendered its limitless appetite for riches wherever they are. Neoimperialism constitutes a mortal threat to the world’s peace and stability. The neo-Caesars, neo-Napoleons, neo-Hitlers lurk.

#77-excerpt, “Can Democracy Survive?”, … Read More

God

~ Communion with God: if you exist or not, I commune, because I exist.

~ God, let me find life’s common denominator in order to grasp its cosmic rank!

~ God, make natural selection only one of the options, more a dare than a verdict!

~ God, there are so many things in the world. Let me be all of them at once!

~ If there is such a place as infinity then there is such an entity as God.

~ I drank a wine — blood of the universe. … Read More

In the Void

dog howling
Howling –(collage) -WM-

In the void, the devil soars. If you have the devil as your valet, you’re sucked into the void and the enigma remains — which world will emerge from it; those from up — down, those from down – up, those from skies – into abyss, those from earth – suspended, those from fire — in waters, those from waters – burned … Longing to be back in intelligent design? Perhaps the universe is contained in a small recipient ad infinitum and we have all the answers … Read More

Down the Ladder (Humorous Survey)

I’ve written about this topic previously. Now it comes to mind with a little twist.

There is a list of things I like but which have disappeared. The list could be longer if I remembered everything.

One of my preferred spots was Normandy with its cider. There was so much and it was so varied that it seemed eternal. Cider of every colour, alcohol content, sparkly, flat, sweet and dry. It was a poem just looking at the countless barrels resting in cool, dark cellars. Returning once for a cider … Read More