an old writer and his words

  • GROUND HOLD

    She sits in the middle seat of an oversold DC-9, Carhartt jacket and watch cap pulled tightly over her hair, a blond wisp slipping out the side. She cradles on her lap a tawny brown Stetson with a tooled leather and silver hat band. “It’s never goin’ in an overhead, my fiancee’d go up there…

    Lou Faber

  • TIMING

    Time travel has becomea standard trope of science fiction,a protagonist going back in timeby intent or circumstance, fearfulto take any action for thatmight change the universeand the future as it would have beencollapses and is replaced bysomething wholly different.But this is where logic fails,for the traveler from the futurecannot affect the futureor he could not…

    Lou Faber

  • ALIGNMENT

    There was that moment oncewhen everything seemed alignedeverything where it should beand time ceasing to matter.You wondered if this hadhappened before, hopingto grasp the moment, elongatedso that time would slow to a crawl.Now you wonder if that moment,or one just like it, will come again,how would it be different,how would you be different?Was it truly…

    Lou Faber

  • DOGO’S NURSING

    If the teacher asksyou how is your practiceyou may tell himthat it is not good,or you may tell himthat it is good.Both answersare wrong, for howdo you measure goodand not good?Practice is onlypractice, zazenis only zazen. A reflection on Case 83 of the Book of Equanimity, Shoyoroku 従容錄

    Lou Faber

  • JUST STOP

    Stop what you are doing,put down your devices,turn off whatever you are streamingand look around you.Take careful note of what you see,inventory it if you wish.Now use your mind is a Time Machineimagine yourself right heretwo hundred, then four hundredand then a thousand years ago.What do you see? How is that worlddifferent from this one?…

    Lou Faber

  • BANG

    It all began with a Big Bangor that is what they wouldhave us believe, after alleverything must begin somewhere.If it did begin in thatsub-instant at some infinitely smallpoint, where was that point?There was no space for that pointto exist in, for it did not exist previouslyand anyway, space demands time,they must mutually existor neither will…

    Lou Faber

  • NEVER IMAGINING

    The bridge was there finally, and with some trepidation she crossed it. She knew it led to a brave (hopefully) new world. She knew it would take time and a lot of work to acclimate herself to this alien land, but she also knew there could be no turning back, for the place she knew…

    Lou Faber

  • WRITING

    I have a Chinese friendwho says I should write poemsabout pomegranates and chrysanthemums.A Japanese business acquaintance sayspoems should be populated by sakura and Lotus.I tend to think of their advicein the deadest days of winterwhen snow presses against the houseas if seeking its faint warmth.As I thinly sliced the tender shootsof bamboo and dampen the…

    Lou Faber

  • IN PASSING

    There are always eerie momentswhen you learn of the deathof someone you knew brieflyseveral decades before.You struggle to remember allyou can of your interactions,places, events, even conversations.But the departed always seems justas they looked when you lastsaw them hardly older, hardto imagine death has claimedsomeone you see as young,while your mirror constantlyreminds you of how…

    Lou Faber

  • ON LEARNING PAINFULLY

    I cannot begin to tell youhow glad I am that I neverfollowed through on the ideaof flying to Lisbon and searchingfor you or some record of you.After all, she told the adoptionagency when she gave me upthat you were a Portuguese Jewshe met in Washington, D.C.so the odds were good you couldbe found in the…

    Lou Faber