“Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling.” I was already an old man when I was born. Small with a curved back, he dragged his leg when walking the streets of Copenhagen. “Little Kierkegaard,” they called him. Some meant it kindly. The more one suffers the more one acquires a sense […]| Dana Gioia
It’s time to admit I’m irresponsible. I lack ambition. I get nothing done. I spend the morning walking up the fire road. I know every tree along the ridge. Reaching the end, I turn around. There’s no point to my pilgrimage except the coming and the going. Then I sit and listen […]| Dana Gioia
Most of what happens happens beyond words. The lexicon of lip and fingertip defies translation into common speech. I recognize the musk of your dark hair. It always thrills me, though I can’t describe it. My finger on your thigh does not touch skin— it touches your skin warming to my touch. You are a […]| Dana Gioia