July 16th, 2014

the four fingers of death

It is 8:49 AM Wednesday morning in the flow of it. I am struggling to wake up to this day. I got up this morning around 6:30 AM. Last night I went to bed around 10 o'clock PM. I should feel like a million bucks this morning instead of a piece of shit. Weird.

So here I sit waking up to another day of my life. My wife has come home from work and gone to bed for the day.

This morning I have been reading a book I bought yesterday at a used bookstore titled, "The Four Fingers Of Death" a novel by Rick Moody.

review "The Four Fingers Of Death"
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=129035960

Yesterday morning Carol and I drove over to Saugatuck to check out a new used bookstore called Booked For The Season. This used bookstore did not blow me away. I bought there one used book titled, "The Four Fingers Of Death" a novel by Rick Moody. I collect the writings of Rick Moody. After checking out this used bookstore we walked around Saugatuck till it started raining. We walked back to the car and drove out to Pier Cove to look at the waves coming off Lake Michigan. While at Pier Cove I took pictures while Carol sat and watched the six feet waves. It was a pretty morning at the Lake.

After visiting Pier Cove we drove back to Holland and had lunch at Bob Evans Restaurant. When we got home from our outing Carol went to bed since she had to work that night and I drifted through the day feeling wasted. I mainly read yesterday, "The Four Fingers Of Death" a novel by Rick Moody. The last book I read by Moody was his memoir "The Black Veil".

Last night due to feeling totally wasted I went to bed around 10 o'clock PM. Now it is another day to wait to go back to bed. Well I will close to feel dead.

Pier Cove Lake Michigan
Pier Cove Lake Michigan

Pier Cove Lake Michigan

Pier Cove Lake Michigan

Pier Cove Lake Michigan
  • Current Music
    Cocteau Twins "Blue Bell Knoll"

the new industrial state

It is 3:22 PM Wednesday afternoon in the flow. The sky is blue this afternoon and the sun is shining, but it is only 68 degrees. Next week it is suppose to get in the 90's. We will wait and see. I am extremely tired, but I wanted to write down some stuff in case I don't make it.

This morning I took Rudy for a walk at Window On The Waterfront city park. Also today I visited thrift stores and found these used books to add to our library.

"Await Your Reply" a novel by Dan Chaon

"Destiny Of The Republic: A Tale of Madness, Medicine and the Murder of a President" by Candice Millard

"Boarding The Westbound: Journey of a Depression-era Hobo" by Joseph Szalanski

"The French Lieutenant's Woman" a novel by John Fowles

"The Towns In Provence" a memoir by M. F. K. Fisher

M. F. K. Fisher
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M._F._K._Fisher

"Modern British Fiction: Essays In Criticism" Edited By Mark Schorer

"Time Of Need: Forms Of Imagination In The Twentieth Century" by William Barrett

William Barrett
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Barrett_%28philosopher%29

"Dark Voyage" a novel by Alan Furst

"The New Industrial State" by John Kenneth Galbraith

I need to close since I can not stay awake. Existence keeps speeding by!

Window On The Waterfront

Window On The Waterfront
  • Current Music
    Uncle Tupelo "No Depression: Legacy Edition""

time looms here like a monster with many heads

It is 7:29 PM Wednesday evening in the flow of my life. There is nothing on TV worth watching till 10 o'clock PM. I am listening to music and reading a book titled, "Time Of Need: Forms Of Imagination In The Twentieth Century" by William Barrett.

There is nothing pressing on my mind this evening. My wife has left for work. My wife went to work early because she is working extra hours.

While I was out today visiting thrift stores I stopped at Staples office supply store to get folders, pens, and paper. Staples was having their back to school sale so I stocked up on materials I use in keeping a personal diary. I love folders, pens, and paper! I have been writing in diary form since 1968. I write all the time. I either writing in the physical world or inside my brain. I am always writing or interpreting my experience of life as a man in mystical union with the Lord Jesus Christ. I am a member of the Body of Christ. I remember these words of the apostle Paul, "Now, therefore, you are no longer strangers and foreigners, but fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God, having been built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ Himself being the chief cornerstone, in whom the whole building, being fitted together, grows into a holy temple in the Lord, in whom you also are being built together for a dwelling place of God in the Spirit" Ephesians 2:19-22.

I remember years ago when I was single and living in Richmond California I told myself I could write even when I was starving. I mentioned earlier that for years I was sick with a stomach ulcer. That stomach ulcer kept me awake at night so I would sit in early hours of the night writing down my experience of stomach pain. I also remember back in those days of writing under the pressure of a guilty conscience. One thing I have noticed in reading online diaries is that people do not write about experiencing a guilty conscience these days. It seems people can sin against God without experiencing an accusing conscience. People these days have harden their hearts. They have silenced the voice of their consciences. We all should pray for a spirit of repentance. We should also pray for a soft heart. "Beware, brethren, lest there be in any of you an evil heart of unbelief in departing from the living God; but exhort one another daily, while it is called "Today," lest any of you be hardened through the deceitfulness of sin" Hebrews 3:12,13.

Tomorrow is a Thursday. I should get out my spiritual books and read something to feed my soul. It is too early to go to bed.

Well I suppose I will close to drift.

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  • Current Music
    Morrissey "You Are the Quarry"

Christ the Believer's All

180 8.7. J. Hart
Christ the Believer’s All. Acts 5. 31; Gal. 6. 14; Eph. 1. 7;
1 Lamb of God, we fall before thee,
Humbly trusting in thy cross;
That alone be all our glory;
All things else are dung and dross;
Thee we own a perfect Saviour,
Only Source of all that’s good:
Every grace and every favour
Comes to us through Jesus’ blood.

2 [Jesus gives us true repentance,
By his Spirit sent from heaven;
Jesus whispers this sweet sentence,
“Son, thy sins are all forgiven.”
Faith he gives us to believe it;
Grateful hearts his love to prize;
Want we wisdom? He must give it;
Hearing ears, and seeing eyes.]

3 [Jesus gives us pure affections,
Wills to do what he requires;
Makes us follow his directions,
And what he commands inspires.
All our prayers and all our praises,
Rightly offered in his name,
He that dictates them is Jesus;
He that answers is the same.]

4 When we live on Jesus’ merit,
Then we worship God aright,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Then we savingly unite.
Hear the whole conclusion of it;
Great or good, whate’er we call,
God, or King, or Priest, or Prophet,
Jesus Christ is All in All.
  • Current Mood
    contemplative contemplative