“In the Beginning there was nothing but salt and ice and gray, gray sky. Everything else came later. The first thing to come later was a man who appeared as though out of nowhere, dropped out of a hole in the sky. He tried to lick the salt out of…
If you have glasses like me,
of a rather mild prescription
then you often leave them be,
on a tabletop unworthy of description.
and you go about your day
with a sense of compromise
that the world might blur away
but at least you’ll spare your eyes.
If, like me, your spectacles boast
a rather low optometrical number,
then you’ve noticed you live in two, three worlds at most
if you count the dark country of slumber.
The first is the world of near distances,
where everything is at hand.
You don’t need glasses in these instances,
in cosy rooms or thickly forested land.
The second is the world of faraway stuff,
shocking and blurred to the slightly impaired eye.
Here, you’ll need your glasses, sure enough,
if you want to identify a license plate, or a bird in the sky.
I’m not going to tell you how much money my friend Scott made last week on the stock market, but let’s just say it was north of 400,000. He told me how he did it (spoiler: it’s easy). First, let me tell you about his brother Ivan. Ivan has 200,000…
This morning, he takes his daily constitutional along the nearby beach, and enjoys the familiar sight of the sun, as it muscles through the western clouds and paints the morning a forbidding clementine. Oh, how glorious, how beautiful it all is. I have everything, he thinks, and frowns, frustrated at…
I have been sweating vigorously over this troubling matter for over a week now. If we go along with Doug Emhoff’s self-procured title (on twitter his handle is @ SecondGentleman), which we would do with caution (revisit Deluca’s delicate and lucid argumentation), we must do it on the following grounds…
“No nation indulges more freely in feasting and entertaining than [that of the Germanic barbarian]. It is accounted a sin to turn any man away from your door. The host welcomes his guest with the best meal that his means allow. When he has finished entertaining him, the host undertakes…
Does anybody give a shit anymore? I don’t. I’m not sure if it’s due to my own advancing age, or to the fatigue of our whole society, but things seem a little different now. Perhaps you could call it maturity. Where once I gave a shit, about things small and…
I admit I spent a few moments wrestling with the title to this piece. I abhor clickbait, and admire honest, pellucid titles. Yet I had to opt for the tired ‘Title: A Subtitle’ format to avoid a Rousseauian construction like ‘Ernesto Borelli, or the Captivating Likeness of a Legendary Sumerian…
Our splendid Massimo Francesco di Alghero recently regaled Il Macchiato’s rapidly growing readership with his provocative piece on clowns. After the commonplace calls for silence, terrorism, and humor (you know, the regular stuff), our resident Agambenist prepared his argument’s cheerful denouement: to meet today’s challenges, we need to make room…