Monday, July 08, 2013

Iquitos, Peru: Dag Wags His Tale

Chuck has flown the Iquitos coop. This leaves his friends to ponder the next step of our devious plan to arrange a cool cremation for Chuck in his absence, the next step on the road to death and oblivion, which reminds me of my ex-wife.

To read the rest of this story, please turn to the following link;

A gentle reminder that my book, An Occasional Walker, is available at the link here:
And here are some reviews and comments on said book:


Always On Watch said...

Hey, Dag.

Is the book you wrote something like this excellent blog post?

Always On Watch said...

I previewed your book at Amazon and bought a copy.

Dag said...

Thanks for the comments, AoW, and especially, thanks for writing. I just reviewed what I posted here, and as you would guess from it, I am particularly happy to receive word from an old friend.

Next week or so will be my first anniversary of living in Iquitos, Peru. I am particularly happy here, this city lost in the Amazon jungle on the river side is as home as any place I have been since I left Tel Aviv many years ago. Iquitos is home for good if only I can find a way to stay. That, in a manner of thinking, is akin to thoughts of death, of a permanent leaving of ones loves. This could be my home for the duration, but I might have to go elsewhere anyway. Like the promise of heaven for the blessed, I like to think that if I am a good man, then I will be able some time later to return here if in fact I do have to leave for a while. I'm saddened here because I am so otherwise happy.

My book, An Occasional Walker, is from writings over the year, a lot of disparate works that I hope will give the reader a sense of the greatness of life in a difficult world. I write about myself, being something of the world's foremost expert on Dagness. I write about the world as I have seen it. In my new book, Iquitos, Peru: Almost Close, I try to incorporate my understanding of life as it has evolved, as it were, during my wandering in the mountains and jungle of Peru, particularly Iquitos.

As a writer I am at my most relaxed in this lifetime. I hope the quality of writing in this coming work is better than the first book, which was a labour of love. Here, the next book is, in a small and personal way, love itself.

Since you are here and I am not acutely aware of your presence, I might try to write about freedom, the personal freedom we used to know at home before the walls of government closed in on our nation and our lives. I know it now vividly because I live in a free country, as it were, a place in the wild jungle where people are people rather than group identities. But more of this later.

I hope you like my other book. I look forward to knowing.

My best from the Amazon junlge,