Beiträge von M.C. Blumenthal


SOMETHING IS HAPPENING WITHOUT ME IN IT

„SOMETHING IS HAPPENING WITHOUT ME IN IT“   Who hasn’t felt it? Raged against it? Slapped his or her own body around like a rubber ball in the hope of, somehow, taming the world’s large and multifarious nic‑nacs into an orderly event at which the one body can somehow find itself in attendance? At first […]


TOUCHED

TOUCHED   It occurs to me, working occasionally as a therapist as I do and attempting to honor the frequently simple‑minded „ethics“ of that profession (and of academic life as well), how unnatural‑‑ indeed, violative of natural human affinities‑‑ such ethics are, their perversity extending to the core of language itself. For is it any […]


NOTHING IS FREE

NOTHING IS FREE   „Always pay; for first or last you must pay your entire debt.“ So Emerson, in his infinite wisdom, put it, and yet we persist in our deep, irreconcilable wish that we might yet find the thing that carries with it no cost, the gift that asks nothing of us. FREE!! cry out the […]


AUTHOR’S PREFACE

AUTHOR’S PREFACE               „How can I know what I feel until I’ve seen what I’ve said?“goes the famous quotation from E.M. Forster, or– as Theodore Roethke put it in a more affirmative mode– „I learn by going where I have to go.“ As one approaches forty (the first half of our earthly life, in […]


OF GOODNESS

OF GOODNESS   „And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good.“  With these words, Chapter I of Genesis comes to a close, assuring us that the labors of God over the first six days of The Creation were of a quality taken so lightly in the present day that […]


Wings

Wings: Fortsetzung But let’s get back to the chicken wings, the apogee (were she to know of it) of my wife’s moral disapproval of the man she, in a long-ago fit of passion, romance and thin air, married. The chickens, as we all know, are tortured– raised and injected with hormones and antibiotics in cages so […]


Wings

Wings  So here I am, as I am every morning at precisely 11:00, at the Seven Eleven, ordering my six pieces of fried barbecue chicken wings for $3.21.  Six pieces are all I want, and all I can eat, at this time of day, though they are ten for $5.00– a better deal, especially when […]


Blood

Blood   When Rui Urayama’s fingers began to bleed while performing Bartok’s Piano Sonata BB 88 at the Cincinnati World Piano Competition in 2015, she just kept on playing, she played right on through the Allegro moderato and then the Sostenuto e pesante and the Allegro molto she played on through the dissonance of the […]


Exploration

Exploration                             for Lee Petsonk   My friend Lee says I am in new territory. My back hurts, my legs, there is metal throughout my body, a shooting pain down my left buttock. Yes, I say, it’s new territory. Every day, I cross things I loved from my list: racketball, tennis, skiing, my bright future in golf. Soon, […]


Piano

Piano   These keys of elephant ivory or alabaster or whatever against my fingers are like my lover’s flesh: whether I press hard or softly quickly or slowly there is music and even I, who am not musical or adept, can make sweet sounds from time to time without dissonance I can feel the solidity […]


How Not to Die

How Not to Die   Diet is a good place to begin Then exercise, of course, And as much love As you are capable of, spread In as many directions as possible Sex, too, is a good thing, Especially when accompanied by tenderness And generosity And don’t forget the weather– All kinds, inclement and otherwise. […]


New Year’s Letter, 2018: How Not to Die

New Year’s Letter, 2018: How Not to Die     Diet is a good place to begin Then exercise, of course, And as much love As you are capable of, spread In as many directions as possible Sex, too, is a good thing, Especially when accompanied by tenderness And generosity And don’t forget the weather– […]


Doctors

Doctors     They descend on us like seraphim in their white coats armed with pens, clipboards and prescription pads, stethoscopes dangling from their necks like opera glasses, visiting us in the small cubicles they have set aside for those seeking salvation, armed with battalions of note-taking residents and interns, adulatory nurses. They come in […]


Treasure

Treasure   I dug I dug I dug I dug through stone I dug through dirt I dug through the fault lines of the earth All my life I dug Throwing dirt over my shoulders Casting boulders aside Ignoring the old skeletons of animals And of my ancestors I dug through the pain in my […]


How to Live Forever

How to Live Forever     Diet is a good place to begin Then exercise, of course, And as much love As you are capable of, spread In as many directions as possible Sex, too, is a good thing, Especially when accompanied by tenderness And generosity And don’t forget the weather– All kinds, inclement and […]


Missing You

Missing You     It’s not just your body that I miss, though I miss it dearly. I miss your face– all of it, the pretty, ravenous nose, the perfect mouth I miss your ears too especially when I am licking them and other parts of you that need not be mentioned here Oh baby, […]


Abundance

Abundance     There are too many words in the world too many poems too many I love yous whispered into thin air There are too many speeches given by too many politicians too many public officials too many critical  issues too many proposals on the table, too many weather reports too much weather even […]


Morning Song

Morning Song     The sun shines on your face in the garden chair the tufted titmouse sings in the bowing acacia the moles commence excavating their tunnels you inhale deeply the scent of your morning coffee one breath follows another light slowly swallows the shadows on the grass. You are. The world is. This […]