Someone should write a typology of confinement. We are more reflexive than ever, more sensitive than ever, and less likely to put up with any form of detention than ever. I’ll be honest, when I read or hear how people are getting depressed from staying at home, I can’t help thinking: we wouldn’t last aContinue reading “The invisible gift”
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A slight detour
I don’t know about you, but I’ve come to appreciate the momentary silence falling over our streets and markets. Provided it’s momentary, of course. Silence can be deadening, but enough of it for a short while can be assuaging. As outer noise fades, inner music can grow, and I always keep my door open. NoContinue reading “A slight detour”
Open chronicles in cloistered times
There are many paradoxes out there, but they fall under our radar when we focus on the wrong points. Let me explain using a familiar example. Most chronicles written during the Middle Ages were done by monks. By chronicle I don’t mean any history book, but those long compositions starting from way, way back andContinue reading “Open chronicles in cloistered times”
The age of self-chronicling
Since deciding to start blogging every day, I have avoided writing in the first person, recounting my days and my experiences in typical public-diary fashion, as I didn’t want this blog to be yet another machine of ego-production, yet another let-me-tell-you-about-my-life space. Yet, it turned out to be yet another machine, and yet another space,Continue reading “The age of self-chronicling”
Sing, o muse
The wooden horse, the burning city, the exile, the wanderings, the hope of arrival, the unexpected detours, the illusion of arrival, the excitement of adventure, the despondency of the open sea, the desire for new shores, the resilience in fighting, the loss of loved ones, the long sleep, the blessing of telling the story fromContinue reading “Sing, o muse”
When Robinson Crusoe starts to cough
In times of trouble, we act just like our immune system. We either keep a low profile or go into overdrive. Some like to track the second hand as it goes around the dial. Others mine the free/d hours of the day frenetically for new occupations. As a writer recently put it, we might findContinue reading “When Robinson Crusoe starts to cough”
Between the Zoo and Foucault’s Great Confinement
As I suggested in previous posts, all moments of crisis reveal unseen aspects of human existence. They pick us up from the waters of our daily swim and give us a different perspective on the pond. Some force us to look at ourselves and each other differently, some help us discover previously-unknown truths about ourselves.Continue reading “Between the Zoo and Foucault’s Great Confinement”
Camus’ whispers and suspicions
‘There still exist towns and countries where people have now and then an inkling of something different. In general it doesn’t change their lives. Still, they have had an intimation, and that’s so much to the good. Oran, however, seems to be a town without intimations; in other words, completely modern.’ Like so many townsContinue reading “Camus’ whispers and suspicions”
The banality of writing
You and I know how to write because others wrote before us. Westerns thus go back to the Romans, and the Romans to the Greeks, and so on to the very beginning of writing itself, which was not in Europe, but in ancient Sumer. The Romans lived in a highly literate society, but there wasContinue reading “The banality of writing”
Life in DIY mode
We are faced with a splendid opportunity: to be the architects of our own time, now that we have been given leave from the managers of our daily schedule. To be, as Pascal Bruckner has called it, an aristocracy of inner life. An aristocracy, I would say, of our internal clock. It is a rareContinue reading “Life in DIY mode”
