an old writer and his words

  • HOPE, YET

    There is a certain pleasurein reading obscure biographiesof the decidedly lesser lightsof their respective fields.Inevitably a writer assiduouslystruggles to avoid mentionof the great men and womenwho define the discipline,and the books are shorter,for even if their lives were visitedby great trials, and even ifthey overcame obstacles,we all know they ascendedonly so far, and we,at the…

    Lou Faber

  • FAMILY

    Of the few remaining cousins, nowas old as I, a number we do not mentionor want to believe that he was her onlylover, as though she was the young girlwho left Charleston for Washington, D.C.They cite, as justifying empirical evidence,that she never married, alwaysthe beloved aunt, nothing more allowed.My later discovered existencelaid waste to their…

    Lou Faber

  • FUBAR

    While I admit that Iam rather an optimistyour pessimism leaves mewith several questions. When you said thingsgo south in a hurrywhere do they landand what airline do they use? And when things goto hell in a handbasketof what is the basket madeand whose hand carries it to hell? And yes, your hardly needto tell me…

    Lou Faber

  • VISITORS

    We keep looking, some of uscertain they are there,others as certain they are not,as God didn’t mention them. We hope to see themto reach out to themto understand them,to learn from them. Of course, we knowthat if they are herethey are so much moreintelligent than we and hardly likelyto announce theirpresence given whatthey must know…

    Lou Faber