Ben Sen's Blog
- New York, N.Y.,
- December 31
- I'd rather be judged on the basis of my posts than anything written in my bio.
It's put down and gathered as a record of my experience and a response to what I see as the important issues in the world today. I don't pretend it's anything other than subjective.
The purpose is to analyse, interpret, express opinions, challenge the status quo, open a few doors, and entertain when the muse permits.
I heartily welcome ratings, comments and dialogue as that is what makes this media unique and valuable. It also keeps me honest and encouraged since I'm not getting paid. Take a risk and say something; it feels better.
The "conversation" is essential for the growth of the individual and the collective. I have faith it extends beyond the confines of what is said here.
"For it is necessary for awake people to be awake, or a breaking line may discourge us back to sleep, the signals we give--yes, no or maybe--should be clear: the darkness around us is deep."
From A RITUAL TO READ TO EACH OTHER by William Stafford
MY RECENT POSTS
- Movie Review: INSIDE LLEWYN
December 15, 2013 01:55PM
- Movie Review: NEBRASKA
December 02, 2013 03:20PM
- Writing "Death at the Zendo"
October 29, 2013 07:05PM
- Chapter One and Two: Death at
October 18, 2013 04:31PM
- Republicans I've Known
October 04, 2013 05:27PM
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My father had a younger brother I'll call Al. His actual name was much more distinctive, but I'll leave it at that.
Al was an anomaly in the family. He was tall, maybe six two or three. My dad was maybe five-six. Nobody knew where the gene came from--in those days most… Read full post »
When I was a boy during the fierce Michigan winters, I looked out my bedroom window when I got up at seven. The window glass was covered in frost, but I could see below the empty rectangular space in the snow where my grandparents parked their car. They'd left for… Read full post »
If anybody thinks Netanyahu didn't know or at least suspect members of his coalition were going to start building the settlements in East Jerusalem, or if those who gave the orders didn't do so purposely at the time of Biden's visit, they haven't been paying attention to Israel for a long t… Read full post »
I had a stop over yesterday at the airport in Atlanta and remember it was the first airport I ever flew into. It was with my aunt Barbara, herself a flight attendant, on a trip to Miami over fifty years ago. I recall seeing a sign on a bathroom door "Colored… Read full post »
I heard last week with considerable pleasure that Camille Paglia was "gone" from Salon.com. I'd followed Ms. Paglia closely during the Presidential campaign with some initial agreement, then confusion, disbelief, repugnance, and eventually complete disinterest.
Alas, I learned earlier this week… Read full post »
What you love well remains, the rest is dross. E. Pound
You never heard of him, probably, unless you're a writer and had the good fortune.
I met Ken in a Little Red School House at the bottom of a hill on the campus of Western Michigan University. Ken brought in a… Read full post »
Rain in New York City
(Not a Weather Report)
I remember the rain the first time--vaguely. During the months after we arrived from Kalamazoo. The days fast and full, so much to see and learn, so little time to ourselves.
That morning, the windows didn't light up on East 6th Street. … Read full post »
I spent more time than usual reading and watching the news this weekend on the fallout from Obama's decision to escalate in Afghanistan.
I found it appalling. Even Frank Rich was a disappointment. It seems to happen this way once they start looking to the Generals and ex-generals for inpu… Read full post »
That's what the decision in Afghanistan amounts to.
If he didn't make it "his war," and pulled out the troops quickly and two weeks later there was a suicide bombing at a schoolhouse in Kentucky his presidency would be over, all that he is attempting to accomplish would be thrown in… Read full post »
My grandparents grew up on farms in Southern Michigan, near the Ohio border.
Their parents, grandparents, and great grandparents were "muck" farmers who grew celery in what was then called the "celery belt." There is a family legend some ancestors took up arms to help determine the Michiga… Read full post »
It is one thing, Rep. Kennedy, if you believe the Catholic Church has the right to determine whether an individual can decide to have an abortion, or whether you think the individual themselves has that right. It is also one thing if you so believe in the institution that you cannot j… Read full post »
Consider all the leaders you trust failing you. The people you care about forgetting you. The memories that give you strength turning out to be fabrications invented to protect you from the truth.
Say you are depressed and disillusioned at the way things are going?
What if the maxims you'… Read full post »
Open your mouth, take in all the air you can. Hold it in until it wants to go out.
Feel your chest rise and fall--more than once. It is all chests as they rise and fall.
Stretch your arms, legs and abdomen slowly, imperfectly. Get 'em out there in the light. … Read full post »
My mother's father lost everything in the great depression.
He was an immigrant from a small village in Abruzzi, Italy, who became a pharmacist in Detroit and owned a string of pharmacies. He did very well, owning an eight bedroom house on Boston Blvd., which was then one of the most… Read full post »
"What we are unconscious of shows up in our life as fate." C.G. Jung
Dad knew what he was supposed to believe and thought he understood what everybody else was supposed to believe too.
His job was to work hard and support the family the woman he married gave him. He had li… Read full post »
(The blog following the first year is titled: On My Wife, Joan)
"You are looking outside, and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help you, no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself."
RAINER MARIA RILKE, Letter to… Read full post »
During the 60's, I'm not sure you could have met anyone who was more idealistic than I was.
I was a "charter" member of the generation and so was my wife. I was a leader in the anti-war movement and paid a terrible price for it. We moved and lived where… Read full post »
I've lived two lives all of my life.
On the one hand, I've lived "normally." I've been a son, a brother, a husband, a father, a student, an employee, a business owner, an employer, a volunteer, a voter, and yes, dear friends--a tax payer.
But I've also lived a separate life with… Read full post »
It is my mother's 87th summer.
I spent the last three weeks of it with her at her home in Northwestern Michigan. It is a magical, austerely beautiful land of lakes and soft rolling hills when the weather is right--and it was on this trip about half the time, which an old Michigander… Read full post »
When I was a boy I looked upon the future as a succession of endless tomorrows.
I first learned about death when my uncle Howard died when I was sixteen. It was from prostate cancer. My tender mind figured I'd make sure it wouldn't happen to me so I didn't… Read full post »
I'm not sure any public life in the later half of the 20Th century is more worthy of study than that of Robert McNamara.
He started out as so many Americans during WWII--a believer in the axioms of logic, progress, and "America" as it was defined by the nation's "greatest" generation--the land… Read full post »
This 4th of July, I am proud "we" got those mother fuckers out of office and they are still licking their wounds. Congratulations America for living up to the promise. Read full post »
To give you a squeeze...
At the start of the day, you couldn't find your phone charger. I wonder if you left it at the motel?
Then, it was hard to get out of bed. The body felt like dried celery--no juices left.
Then, you realized it was already Tuesday and you missed… Read full post »
Dad was short and pudgy.
I was as tall as him by twelve and skinny as a blade of Kentucky blue grass. If we stood in a room of twenty or thirty we'd be the last you'd think were related. So much for genetics.
Dad was a whiz at numbers. … Read full post »
An OS member wrote me this week to ask why she hasn't seen any posts from me lately. I've been commenting, but not posting. She's inspired me to say something. Thank you DoloresF.
The reason is I've started to write a new novel, my first in more years than I wish to r… Read full post »
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