Author Archives: Greg Wright

Dragnet

The story you are about to read is true. The names have not been changed because, well, let’s face it: none of us is exactly what one might call innocent. And why should we need to be?

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The Poets Down Here

I wept yesterday morning through Clarence Clemons’ sax solo in “Jungleland,” Bruce Springsteen’s epic finale of 1975’s Born to Run. God, what a searing song. And yes, I address the deity in so saying.

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Eulogy

This is the house that Jack built At the end of a long drive It stands apart from its neighbors At home with its solitude And its singularity

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Crazy Stories

The other day I got an email from my friend Peter. Reading your blog has rekindled an obsession with a childhood memory, one that I have only told two other people in my life about: my sister and my mother.

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Do I Have Your Attention Yet?

Oh, the contradictions. I sat on the edge of my twin bed in the basement of my parents’ house, frustrated as hell. I was 31 years old, gainfully employed as a software engineer making something like $65,000 a year. But … Continue reading

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Tollers’ Wisdom

Once upon a time Artur Rubenstein sat before a Steinway or a debauched Bechstein and contemplated a nocturne. Chopin’s soul spoke to him

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What Was to Become of Me

I am truly befuddled to discover that, amongst the literally millions of words which I have published in one place or another over the last two decades, I have yet to write anything about Martin Scorsese’s The Last Temptation of … Continue reading

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Yes, I May Be Completely Crazy

For the last 23 years I’ve been carrying a story in my head that I’ve only verbally related to a handful of people. To be clear: it’s not a story that others particularly need to hear, because there’s not a … Continue reading

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I Am Here to Kill You

That’s a pretty provocative title, isn’t it? Too bad I can’t take credit for it. John Prince used it for the title of his knockout sermon on Daniel 2:12-23 on September 12.

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Of Dreams and the Interpretation Thereof

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. –Sigmund Freud I guess Freud would have had a thing or two to say to Nebuchadnezzar’s advisers. During John Prince’s message from Daniel 2:1-11 on Sunday, I was struck by the means God … Continue reading

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