Wave Theory



" is very difficult to isolate one wave, separating it from the wave immediately following it, which seems to push it and at times overtakes it and sweeps it away; just as it is difficult to separate that one wave from the wave that precedes it and seems to drag it towards the shore, unless it turns against its follower as if to arrest it. Then if you conside the breadth of the wave, parallel to the shore, it is hard to decide where the advancing front extends regularly and where it is separated and segmented into independent waves, distinguished by their speed, shape, force, direction. 

"In other words, you cannot observe a wave without bearing in mind the complex features that concur in shaping it and the other, equally complex ones that the wave itself originates. These aspects vary constantly ..."

—Italo Calvino, Mr. Palomar


holy land



“... my intestinal walls alone know God, my intestinal walls alone know God, yes, my intestinal walls …”

Thomas Bernhard, On the Mountain


Moon over Hebron


“What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.”

—Beckett, First Love



I've been out of the US for a month and a half now, in another land of racial harmony. I read the news this morning without surprise. Sadness and rage but not surprise. Zimmerman. Not guilty. And how could he be? When was it ever a crime in the US to kill a young, black man? Last week, feeling homesick, I went to a screening of Fruitvale Station in Jerusalem. But despite those wide Oakland streetscapes, I didn't feel like I had traveled far. The world on lockdown, from pole to pole. And yet people see the strangest things. Or fail to see. Kudos to the old man of little wisdom and great blindness who, sitting in the row in front of me, at the moment when Oscar Grant lay dying in the hospital and his mother and his friends and the mother of his child sat praying in the waiting room, observed (complained) loudly, "Everyone is black in this film. Even the doctor." In perfect American English. A formidable accomplishment, such non-seeing! If we all could fail to see so skillfully, what a wonderful world this might be. And Zimmerman not-guilty. How could he be? It was dark out, and Trayvon Martin also was dark. What would guilt mean if white fear did not justify every imaginable outrage? An entire system of moral equivalencies would have to crumble. A legal system too. A nation perhaps.



Happy Fourth of July

"Madness, like small fish, runs in hosts, in vast numbers of instances. It is not solitary. Madness does not remain content; it fans out across the landscape, or seascape, whichever."
—Phillip K. Dick, The Transmigration of Timothy Archer, again.