Thursday, September 2, 2021

Andalusian Epistemology

Don’t go away. This is not about

anything Andalusian nor epistemology.

It is just the punchline of a joke

Peggy and I used to tell.


And now I can’t remember the joke.

We used to say those words for the sound of it,

for the stumbling polysyllabic of it all,

for the numbing pretentiousness.


It was a private joke which loses

everything in translation.

I want to ask her to remind me

where it came from

and where the choreography

of our ritual dance has gone.

Two, as she said, is a sacred number

and it is evening in this long-night city.



  1. So poignant, Norm. The end is incredibly sad!

  2. My heart aches for you, Norm. Sending love and looking forward to the next Peggy memorial. The first one was so wonderful! I loved hearing all the stories and fond memories.

  3. So beautiful, so eloquent, as always. Thank you!

  4. Thanks, all. Much appreciated. Writing seems to work therapeutically for me.

  5. Heartbreaking and filled with love