Body Parts

Silences of a Summer Morn

You might enjoy my poem at my creative blog.

Scent of Rain

I work at my laptop in front of an opened window. The morning was warm, but this afternoon cools. Clouds have drifted in from the West. A breeze rattles the California oak's leaves outside the window. I feel moisture in the coolness. It probably won't rain; it's too early in Southern California's season. But rain is not impossible. The election is only a four days away, too.

Heidegger for Dummies

Inscribed on small silver plates attached to a charm bracelet advertised in "Signals" catalog (signals.com):

• Travel Freely
• Look Complex
• Be Legendary
• Prove Real
• Radiate Presence
• Live a Dream
• Feel Famous
• Act Kindly

Saturday Silence

Antihistamine streams in the blood, amplifying Saturday's unexpected silence. Few vehicles race up the street toward Instant Suburb now or down into old Citrus Town. No roaring jets--why?--careen wheeling turns across the sky. Maudlin blue air, drifting in, dyes black the pond in the golf course park. With tinnitus hissing in my ears, I wait. What do I anticipate? Unfulfilled expectation silences even the trilling wires in my veins--I refer to Eliot's game. I wake from my weekend nap suspended between Easter and Passover. Rituals past and future clear an opening in the clutter of life. Could anything happen?

Antihistamine streams in my blood,
Amplifying Saturday's unexpected silence.
Few cars race up the street toward
Instant Suburb now
Or down into old Citrus Town.
No roaring jets--why?--
Careen wheeling turns across the sky.
Maudlin blue marine air, drifting in, dyes black
The reflecting pond
In the golf course park.
Tinnitus hissing in my ears, I wait.
What do I anticipate?
Unfulfilled expectation silences
Even the trilling wires in my veins.
Eliot's game.
I wake from my weekend nap suspended
Between Easter and Passover.
Rituals past and future clear an opening.
Could anything happen?

(Revised.)

What This Blog Is About

I named this blog website, "shroudedindoubt," in reference to the Shroud of Turin. The Shroud, its history, its symbolization of faith, and our contemporary scientific analysis of it allude to the theme about which I wish to write - the shroud of illusion that hides the truth about the body that is missing. If this were a blog only about faith, then it might be called the shroud of illusion. Questions are raised, however; so the blog is about doubt.

The story of the Shroud is fascinating:
Debunking the Shroud of Turin: True Science vs. “Shroud Science”
Shroud of Turin Links.
The Shroud of Turin. Genuine artifact or manufactured relic? By Jack Kilmon.
The Shroud of Turin Story.