an old writer and his words

  • NEVER THE LETHE

    In the deepest, darkest portion of night we are taught that dreams reside, that they are not real, figments, fragments of imagination, woven into an evanescent tapestry that disappears upon waking, leaving only a faint shadow to indicate its once presence. Many like to believe this, for it relieves them of ownership of dark thoughts…

    Lou Faber

  • HOPE ETERNAL

    First day of the new year and there seems an almost palpable malaise that things are not suddenly different, as though the turning of a page on the calendar might somehow set us and world events on a radically different course: the fool would become wise, the sage would smile knowingly and all that to…

    Lou Faber

  • EOS

    Tomorrow the morning will arrive as it always does, eating the last vestiges of night, painting the sky in puce and crimson. It will foretell the rain that will carry our dreams down the hill and into storm sewers, eventually to wash into the lake. But in that moment when the sky is ablaze, none…

    Lou Faber

  • SPACED OUT

    I laughed at my parents when they talked about a typewriter as something of a marvel when they were so commonplace. Of course as a boy, half the fun of helping my father at work was knowing the mimeo ink would stain my fingers purple for a week and even borax would only render them…

    Lou Faber

  • DAIZUI’S GREAT KALPA FIRE 正法眼蔵 二十四

    All things are born and die so if this world dies at the end of its cycle of life and we are here, do we die with this world and which of us will be first reborn. Only when the mind collapses is the world born only when the mind collapses does the world die.…

    Lou Faber

  • THE FUTURE’S PAST, PRESENTLY

    Before the after now is present. It was never like this before it will not be again anytime soon for there is no time soon that has yet to be or just gone by. After the before we find ourselves here and now.

    Lou Faber

  • DIEM

    Slipping away into the night the absence isn’t noticeable and by the time you discover the disappearance, it is too late, and there is nothing at all that can be done, so you move onto the next thing and the thing after that, and memory will fade slowly, until none is left. If it was…

    Lou Faber

  • CLOCKING IN

    Once upon a time is the oddest of expressions, for nothing is upon time, this one, or any other. And can we be certain what we think once was is committed to a memory, which is fallible in the best of times. or more precisely, in the best of time, for time cannot be plural,…

    Lou Faber

  • NOW?

      If the time is now how will we know it. And if we miss it how will we know what the consequences are? The better question is whether it matters for if we can be in each moment to the extent possible then nothing is missed and every moment is now and there is…

    Lou Faber

  • REFLECTING

    There was a time, once, when in the mirror I saw a young face, but the smile then is the same as that of the old man who greets me early every morning.

    Lou Faber