Time is relentless, and we don't get it back--at least not in this form as we know it--so why read an obscure songwriter’s blog? Why do anything, for that matter?

Death. That’s why. A dark vision? No, it's more of a call to life. I'm calling us all to life. What is worth doing, anyway? I am writing this on September 11, a dark day in our country’s memory. Tomorrow is my birthday, a day that only a handful of friends and family members have any reason to think about. It’s all relative. W. S. Merwin ponders another date that passes every year:


Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveler
Like the beam of a lightless star
Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what
W. S. Merwin, “For the Anniversary of My Death” from The Second Four Books of Poems (Port Townsend, Washington: Copper Canyon Press, 1993). Copyright © 1993 by W. S. Merwin.

HERE'S WHERE THE MUSIC COMES IN. Here’s where songs bring us closer to each other and clarify life in the midst of chaos and in the face of our mortality. We need to hear each other’s experiences.

So if you have nothing more important to do, read this blog. Otherwise, go where your life is calling you. I'll keep writing as a small part of my calling. Return here as often as you wish.

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