Tag: Mood

• March 23, 2012

  ‘I had my regret and so I wrote…’

  I remember it being cold and she was underdressed. That night I offered her my gloves but not my coat. I have since regretted that. It was the Sabbath, Hegel writes, but Jesus paid no heed. He saw the hungry man and plucked an ear of corn, giving it to him. I got reacquainted this…
• January 12, 2012

  On the colorings and shadings of moods

  The mood is heavy this morning. The window appears squeegeed with water. The rain clicks and thuds and thumps. Three pigeons in the birch tree hold themselves to a small branch tilted at an upward sloping angle. This morning New York City might as well be a trawler out at sea, caught in the midst…