There is no way to measure the regret of a speciesMore
Tag Archives: Dust
What was I feeling, anyway?
Some of my regrets are hidden from me, I imagineMore
What was not certain
my shuddering was how I felt the unfathomableMore
Where We Wish to Go
…who gave us the sponge with with to wipe away the entire horizon? –Nietzsche, in The Gay ScienceMore
Forced to stay silent
It will not be televised, it will not be seenMore
(Un)Certain Truth(s) IX of XI, or, Justification
…even the Sphinx has eyes.More
Life in the Yellow
There is no blue without yellow and without orange. –Van GoghMore
Lamenting greatness
The most intelligent men, like the strongest, find their happiness where others would find only disaster…. –NietzscheMore
A Metamorphosis
Why are we all staring at the same spot on the ground? Or at the same spotlessness of the sky?More
Nothing Left of You
“Only those who are, themselves, on the dusty road of becoming-dust can love others who (or that) have embarked on a similar journey at birth or at the time of their fabrication.” – Michael MarderMore
Spanning the gulf, or trying to, come what may
The true knight of faith is a witness, never a teacher, and therein lies his deep humanity…
– KierkegaardMore
Calling Azur
For my grandmother’s fearless curiosity, which at one time brought the family an unforgettable friendMore
On what is social in poetry
Perhaps even our responsibility bears the mark of irresponsibilityMore
Inventing ourselves
Sometimes it seems we are either dreaming of wholeness…or willingly fragmentedMore
An Example
So wise souls/ leaving self behind/ move forwardMore
Love the Dust 