Alice in the Cities

I love Wim Wenders, but the line from one of his first films, Alice in the Cities, has bothered me for some time — while talking with a lost girl, he remarks, “I like to stay at the hotel closest to the airport.”  I’ve never digested this sentiment, as...

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The Return

from kyol-che, from the muddy fields of my youth, the lack of companionship that drove me to roam the fields, to bond with nature in its element, the rudimentary steps of meditation. Summer vacations were interminable, but the cycle established there grew and blossomed in the Kwan Um, with...

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The Limitations of the Matrix Analogy

The Matrix has been assimilated into Zen lore as readily as the words of the old Patriarchs. I’ve used it, and Star Wars, in talks and informal discourses, as it conveys something new that’s easy to grasp – the notion of a larger reality, beyond our senses. But it...

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The Speed of Death

  As a man who sprang from the ethers just as Gemini VII was performing its first rendezvous maneuver, I’m firmly planted on the major fault line of our age, the division between an analog and digital society. Kids born today develop friendships across the globe before learning to...

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Mechanism..

  The day is shorter than most, the air clean, like an Indian summer, unexpected. The leaves drift to crumple and fade, the years, the changes come as swift as the Earth revolves, and night, sleep. Drifting through the web with no attachment points, the nodes alight when boundaries...

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MUD

  Jeff Nichols’s work is imbued with personality, has an identifiable tone. Its indie cred is inescapable for this reason alone. A blockbuster operates within a generic mold that the largest number can relate to, that sidelines the least – a tree without branches. Mud, with all the parts...

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Flight..

  Planted in a warmed cabin of travelers, a discount airline, busy, one thousand high crackling wires not yet disconnected. For some there would never be a lapse   Already I feel a shift, a change in the subcurrents, the focus, the reasoning, the alignment of everything necessary to...

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On the road..

  Good to be racing across the continent, this time lunging from overpass to speed trap aboard a vinyl-clad bus filled with Cinco de Mayo dropouts and a few towering hats. Do we need to attract more attention? The sun flares through the pines causing my troubled image to...

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Scapegoat

  The pattern, invisible to nearly everyone: the archetypes, figures in a dream that re-form, replace, embody. Invisible the mind’s construction, only the crime, the criminal — a scapegoat. The structure, permeable yet indelible, allows any available character to fill a role. Crowds are marvelous disruptors — beware the...

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a day in candyland..

Across the old asphalt – long days of heat, fumes with personality, drifting over the plane in soft rubber, squeaking, sticking. Seeing her again I wasn’t nostalgic or comforted, only reminded of a thousand days of her, like a monstrous dream; how I’d adapted to her oppressive form, her...

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