Hoping For Smooth Sailing With The Sea Gulls And Thoreau
Edward Curtin Here where I sit once again looking easterly to the vast sea, the wind and the waves and winding vistas along the north Atlantic coast drown out trivial…
The Benefit of Not Reading
Edward Curtin “For my sister Rita, an artist who didn’t imitate and who died on this day long ago, trying.” It is a commonplace that a steady diet of the…
The Persistence of U.S. Strategy, Anthony Fauci, and Limited Hangouts
Edward Curtin Throughout all the news cycles over the years, you can count on a continuity in U.S. government/media propaganda and strategy. Make a time capsule, fill it with today’s…
Why The Odyssey?
Edward Curtin If you spent one to two years when you were 16-17 years old and full of wild physical and sexual energy assiduously translating Homer’s The Odyssey from the…
Why Do We Love Sad Songs?
Edward Curtin By Edward Curtin and Sophie Michel “A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.” – A Chinese Proverb The…
Screwing in a Mirror While the World Smokes
Edward Curtin We were screwing in a mirror when we realized our mistake. Since the handyman was unavailable, we had to do it ourselves. Certainly it was very pleasurable to…
Hoping with Paul Simon that the Gate Won’t Be Closed
Edward Curtin They crowded the gate, anxious for entry. It was a heavenly late afternoon, the sky blue, the sun radiant, you could see all the way to eternity. Most…
Fathers and Sons
Edward J. Curtin, Jr. ScheerPost “In the mountains of truth, you never climb in vain.”― Friedrich Nietzsche Early June. Dawn brings mist covered mountains and an empty road. The car’s…
A Letter From Desolation Row
Edward Curtin Substack “At midnight all the agentsAnd the superhuman crewCome out and round up everyoneThat knows more than they do”– Bob Dylan “Desolation Row.” Perhaps you have noticed –…
Vanishing
Edward Curtin Years ago when I was twenty-seven years-old and my father fifty-eight, we wandered around an off-beat section of a small New England town. There was a section where…
Memorial Day: The Glorification of War, Not War’s Victims
Edward Curtin Although Memorial Day in the United Sates is ostensibly a day for honoring soldiers killed in wars, it is, rather, a day for promoting war. If it were…
There is a Time for Everything, Even No News That’s Fit to Print
Edward Curtin Substack Without having read the details and having no intention to do so, I am still wondering if The New York’s Times’ advice for Sunday May 17, about…
Rita Mary Rose: A Mother, an Artist and a Soul Still Speaking
Edward Curtin While days like Mother’s Day are corny, they do elicit memories. I think of my mother. She died at the age of 100. Although she was quite debilitated…
Everything We Don’t Need to Know, and A Few We Do
Edward Curtin Jr. “And there are those who claim that Big Data will supplant Sapiens and drag him helplessly along like a straw in the mighty flow of information. We…
Trump, Sanity, and Obedience
Edward Curtin “Shameless self-willed infatuationEmboldens men to dare damnation,And starts the wheels of doom which rollRelentless to their piteous goal”– Aeschylus, The Oresteian Trilogy: Agamemnon Many people are saying that…