This Old Man

Through anger to reason.  Somewhat akin to Richardson’s “Through Phenomenology to Thought.” Enacted and ready for your consideration.

A  Narcissist’s Adventure.

But as Frost said before his walk around the pasture, “You come too.”

Warmest regards,

Allen

as a living experience in being oneself. On the way, a meditation on trance as a way of being with oneself in pain.

Not particularly happy subjects. but then again. . .

Warmest regards,

Allen

For an encounter with The Cedar of Lebanon, going on to perfuming myself  with tree blossoms, and winding up with the story of the Grateful Dead’s search for America, and finding it!  For those with a philosophical bent, who are bent philosophically, I present the Dead’s way of doing things as hermeneutical method.  Seriously, on their part as well.

ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW!

I know I sound a bit like a carnival barker, but what is portrayed at the center of the podcast  is in fact  the great carnival of the late sixties, as it was in a West Village apartment on Prince Street. The podcast recollects life  in a particular community of people who are together for the sheer pleasure of it, which seemed to fill our lives completely, at least for the moment.  

However, the podcast begins in the present in mid sentence, because I begin recording in mid-thought, in the midst of a crisis of language.  But stick with me.  I soon come out of it via some stories, which eventually take me back to that iconic scene in the Village, circa 1967.

Which becomes absorbed in the recollection,  but then is seriously interrupted by a bird bent on stopping the podcast before it even gets started. 

But the old man persists and eventually outlasts the bird.  The recollection is picked up again and followed to its source in a NY Giant warm-up jacket, circa 1950.

A Spring trip that is in the now, but goes back to the then.  Making the most of a failing memory while it lasts.

This episode should serve as a good introduction for new and potential listeners curious about what the podcast is. The podcast becomes the podcast it’s talking about. All this while grounded in the present moment in time and space.

Featuring the springing of Spring,  at the moment of its inception.  In more direct terms, I think I happen into  a moment of near perfection here in the space/time of spring in the suburbs.

After describing the movement of the moment as best I can,  I conclude with a Heideggerian reflection on the given-ness of it all.  But I think the podcast can be enjoyed without Heidegger, as can most things.

Being a meditative walk with philosopher-poet Alphonse Lingis and sharing his astonishments.  Along the way, an encounter with an old man who can’t hear, admissions of the egocentrisms of your podcaster, all to the accompaniment of a hoot owl.  I hope you enjoy it.