Loving something that few people know or care about is not such a big problem. But when you love a loveless thing enough to play it and talk about it, without end—well, now you have a problem.
Your troubles can emerge almost anywhere, and before you know it, they multiply. The moment you utter the word “disc golf” in mixed company, clouds form overhead, the earth cracks, and winged monkeys appear on the horizon. Continue reading “To love a loveless thing”→
The hills of West Virginia are always nice to look at. In summer, these geologic wonders are attractive in a way that needs no explanation.
But in winter, when the temperature drops, and a thin blanket of snow covers the land, and the horizon fades into whiteness, and the wind dies down, and large, octangular clumps of crystallized water drift in the air like drunken moths, the hills of West Virginia are beautiful in a way that demands further clarification. Continue reading ““Beauty at low temperatures is beauty” – Joseph Brodsky”→