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There Is No Time

There is no time. Every moment is now; every moment is every moment that ever existed and ever will exist. But because this particular form in which we find ourselves at present can only ride one impulse at once, it seems to us that indeed time is a ball-bearing rolling down a tube past 1960, then 1970. Jump off an impulse; call the jump death. Land upon another; call the landing rebirth.

Being Creative

To be creative means becoming more familiar with being a little lost. If we are always full of what we want to do, there is no room for the new.

Doing What I Do

Nursing — My Wounds And Theirs

I started out to help but I’ve hurt. I wanted to defend, but I became a judge. I was to be warm and generous but I grew cold. In doing for others I forgot myself. I’m supposed to be feminine and defer but I’m a male and chafe.

Chapel Hill

An Elegy For Jesse Stroud

There is no precipitating event for this elegy. No anniversary. No birthday. No cause whatever, other than personal need. Jesse Stroud lived, struggled, and died. I do not purposefully vilify nor vindicate. Neither do I celebrate. Certainly not regret.

New York, New York

Almost everywhere we go, the people, the food, the architecture are a wild conglomeration of every European city I have been in. The past is eye to eye with the future here, and the now is a powerful wealth of positive and negative potential.

The End Of The Modern World?

Looking Over The Edge Of History With William Irwin Thompson

A new world order is going to require a new way of thinking. Just as our American revolution was preceded by a philosophical revolution, and the heritage of the Enlightenment, in the same way you can look out in the world now, you begin to see the ideological origins of the new world order revolution. We’re still in the stage where it’s for the most part myth, art, religion and philosophy, and we haven’t yet moved into the stage of politics, economics, organization, implementation. Everything, it’s been said, begins in mysticism and ends in politics.

Woman And Nature

Book Review

Two voices speak in this book. One is the voice of patriarchal pontification. The other, an “embodied voice, and an impassioned one” of the natural world and the world of woman.

Woman’s Choice: A Sampler

Excerpts From A New Intimate Monthly Journal Of Feminine Expression

I figure the recipe for getting depressed is: Don’t get any exercise, don’t see your friends, don’t eat a balanced diet, don’t do the things you enjoy doing most, don’t take responsibility for the odds and ends of life that need to be attended to whether you enjoy them or not; postpone them. Instead, do: spend a lot of time on the things that you enjoy least, stay indoors, and get lots of sleep.

Mailer And Me

This is what comes to mind when I think of Norman Mailer: that boredom is a logjam in a river which needs to flow; that a good heavyweight faces death every time he steps into the ring and that Hemingway may have faced it every day; television can give you cancer, along with rancor and fear and too much courtesy. . . .

Advice From The Lovelorn

Confessions Of A Male Chauvinist Prig

In utter seriousness, now, do you think you might approach S. with the possibility of living with me in Florida for a few months, a few weeks, or a half-hour in a rented room?