an old writer and his words

  • MORE OR LEX

      She wants to ask me how many lawyers can dance on the head of a pin, but she knows that at their hourly rates no one will pause to count them. There is that and the fact that lawyers are used to calling the tune, not dancing to it. There is that, she says,…

    Lou Faber

  • SPECIES LOGIC

    There is a logical reason that zoos are not built in the heart of cities for it would be difficult to ascertain which animals were the exhibits and which were the visitors, each in their own sorts of cages. In the end it would not work out well for lions and monkees prefer to watch…

    Lou Faber

  • OF DREAMS AND DREAMERS

      The morphology of dreams is partially reliant on the whims of a single god, and Morpheus is, to say the least, a truly fickle bastard who dangles before us joy and nightmare each always just out of reach, but never out of sight or hearing. So we are left to grasp like marionettes operated…

    Lou Faber

  • DAYS OF FUTURE PAST

    They say, “there will come a day,” but I have no idea who they might be, and why today is not the day since it came and even they had to notice it’s sudden arrival. But that’s the problem, for “will come” is in the future and the future offers only tomorrows.

    Lou Faber

  • THE DEPTH OF MEMORY

    In deeply hidden corners of my memory snapshots of my childhood reappear from forgotten albums. I want to know what was happening just out of frame, or in the next picture in the series but these negatives are lost and so I am left to draw my own pictures, write my own story, and accept…

    Lou Faber

  • LISTEN CAREFULLY

        RE: INTERACTION We have said before we gods wish that you would simply pay close attention and get the matter right. When will you understand all we want, all we will accept is INTERREACTION

    Lou Faber

  • TOPOLOGY

    Between this point and that lies a vast uncharted space noted on every cartographers chart. If you ask how this could be possible I reply it’s like listening to silence and hearing each sound deeply embedded in the one next to it, a glissando of what exactly? Uncertainty? That is the whole point in the…

    Lou Faber

  • ENIGMA

    As the moon begins it’s slow departure we step carefully out into the receiving night. The neighbor’s black cat looks up at the sky warily, steps around the ladder leading against the house, and sits and contemplates the number thirteen, though it holds no special place in the feline world, it just seems the thing…

    Lou Faber

  • FELINE LOGIC

    Yesterday the cat explained at great length that we occupy her house because she loves us, but that we dare not take this status for granted. I scratched her behind her ears to signify my agreement and so she took my simple act of kindness. You get another week she said, purring.

    Lou Faber

  • SO TO SPEAK

    It is hard, he says, to put your cart before your horse when you have neither. So then you are left  with the choice of whether to buy a horse and try to overload it until it cannot walk or a cart easily filled that no one can move, or to just buy a half…

    Lou Faber