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The New York Yankees — in loving memory
Twenty-three years is a very long time, yet the freshness of you remains, as fresh as the interest for the New York Yankees which you instilled in me. Baseball is such a banal thing but it fills me with passionate joy, and painful passion. The joy, remembering driving home Wednesday evenings after church, their game…
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You created a beast — in loving memory
You created a beastThis is a monster you createdNo single human, no friend, no family memberNot you, not meNo one — of this I am certain —not a single soul could have ever guessedhow so much love emanating from you to mehow so much strength touching me gentlyhow not answering some of my questions with…
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thread and/or knot — in loving memory
Laces, fine threads, some of gold, some of silk, they may hang, stretch, sway, gently, beautifully, and there is no need to work, to bother, to arrange but leave whichever as is. It is the knot that may occur, attracting needed attention to a specific section which will require attention to be dealt with. Knots…
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life as completion — in loving memory
These can be seen as a collection of thoughts which surround details from memories. It can be seen as a romantic form of mourning, with aspects of redemption, exorcism, wonder, joy. One may also see it as an effort to make life complete, and not merely an unfinished presence on earth. The completion (fulfillment, flourishing)…
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Emulation detailed — in loving memory
I never wanted to be like you. Well, perhaps I ought to rephrase that. It might be quite common for a young boy to wish to be like his father, walking behind him, doing his best effort to walk like him, perhaps eat like him, drink like him, burp like him. I do reckon, each…
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March 11, 2025, in loving memory
Forgive me, Father, for the love in me for you was a silent ocean. Silent, I say in retrospect, with the memory of my eyes, and ears; and silent as I know the ocean today – vibrant, beautiful, dangerous under the surface. Asking for forgiveness is sadness in itself, as the ask inherently implies remorse…
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To my Father, and Johann Sebastian Bach — especially
On a day like today, some significant humans arrived planet earth. 1685 Johann Sebastian Bach, the incomparable German composer and musician, in Eisenach, Germany. 1856 Henry Ossian Flipper, the USAmerican soldier who was the first US African American to graduate from West Point, after having been a slave, born in Thomasville, Georgia. 1931 Rolando Eliezer,…
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An emotional Yankees Baseball Moment (for my father)
You inhaled last at 6:01 that morning in the month of March, 2001, and yesterday I thought of you. Twenty-three years is a very long time, yet the freshness of you remains, as fresh as the interest for the New York Yankees which you instilled in me. Baseball is such a banal thing but it…
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To my Father, and Johann Sebastian Bach — especially
On a day like today, some significant humans arrived planet earth. 1685 Johann Sebastian Bach, the incomparable German composer and musician, in Eisenach, Germany. 1856 Henry Ossian Flipper, the USAmerican soldier who was the first US African American to graduate from West Point, after having been a slave, born in Thomasville, Georgia. 1931 Rolando Eliezer,…
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On this very moment, as I write this, just a minute ago…
or less, I broke out in laughter, remembering… It was the early eighties when I was in my room, listening attentively to Philip Glass. My father called to me gently: “Your record is skipping!”
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The Father
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