These are the last words I’ll write for this posting. Language doesn’t frame, at least not easily – language is temporal, by which I mean it’s linear, point A to point B. I’m not sure, in the abstract – the mathematical abstract – that time is linear, but language takes the form of linearity. Writing in a spiral, in a kind of circularity, thus violates the structure of language. But I’ll try.
Club me to death
There were two speakers at the club lecture night on Friday, both reporters. One was a retired foreign correspondent from National Public Radio, his voice bringing back memories of listening to the news in my bedroom on my old clock radio in the morning before school. The other was the chief foreign correspondent for Cuban national radio, a woman in her early thirties, which relieved me of the pressure of being the youngest person in the room. The crowd was typically Maine – that strange kind of liberal Republican that believes in small government and democracy and being left alone by the state, but also funds good roads and state parks and cringes at businesses which get too big or come from out of state. They’ll vote against the new casino for a variety of reasons, not the least of which the fact that the money for it comes from Maryland.