Graffiti Philosophy

The only reason I would want to help with philosophy is that here we are asking what it is to help, not rushing to help in one way or the other.  I have told friends and acquaintances throughout my days that I wish to create a philosophy program that would approach those who feel shut…More

Towards the Oblivion

It is like we are all preparing for nuclear armegeddon–without the fallout shelters. Well, a few of us out there have shelters in case the bombs drop, but for the most part the nuclear bomb shelter, like the nuclear bomb drill, has fallen out of vogue. Just at the wrong time. Just when we are…More

The Greatest Weight

Das grösste Schwergewicht. — Wie, wenn dir eines Tages oder Nachts, ein Dämon in deine einsamste Einsamkeit nachschliche und dir sagte: „Dieses Leben, wie du es jetzt lebst und gelebt hast, wirst du noch einmal und noch unzählige Male leben müssen; und es wird nichts Neues daran sein, sondern jeder Schmerz und jede Lust und jeder…More

By Love

What does it mean that you love me, anyways?  To this,  everyone around the man who spoke gathered up in a cold cave tucked high in a hill somewhere in their country, as though to look for warmth but with warmth to be found, everyone was silent; nor did any one of them understand why…More

The Quarrel Between Philosophy and Poetry Revisited

The turn to poetry need not be a turn to the less disciplined as opposed to the rigorous, to the figurative as opposed to the technical, precise or literal, to one truth as opposed to another.  This opposition, while a powerful tool for both spheres–but even keeping them separate, contained away from one another is…More

A philosophy of dust

A Philosophy of Dust From “Dust is a ledger of past existence: dead skin cells and plant pollen, hair and paper fibers. Dust is also an ephemeral gathering place for dust mites and fungi. It is at once a random community of what has been and what is yet to be, and a figure…More

Senselessational Beings

“In the beginning was the nonsense….“ Nietzsche, HAH You see those beings there, Up on the peak which still seems profound, Acting all kinds of foolishly? You hear them pounding the ground With gourds and skins, Singing only insensible things? You feel their touch Caressing the space between spaces, Barely never touching? You taste their…More

How, and from where, we look

How, and from where, we look.  From above, at three thousand feet above the town, soaring through the clouds and piercing them with the nose of the great machine we are riding, the world looks wondrous, all the way up to ten thousand feet.  But it’s the clouds that look most wondrous, in their expanse…More

On words

On words.  What’s the word for that time in your life, when you’re trying to get back to where you were, but it takes forever, he asked.  Despair, I said, and he sort of chuckled under his breath.  I guess that’s a good word for it, he said with a lighter tone than was fitting…More

When it comes down to it

When it comes down to it: you have to keep doing what you’re doing, even in the face of the obstacles set up by your importunity and stupidity.  We might ourselves be our greatest enemies and our most insurmountable difficulties, but even this, however true it turns out to be, gives us no excuse.  It…More


Alive, that means to stretch and have something to stretch. Alive, that means to give the potluck your secret recipe. Alive, that means a combination of steam and fantasy, like clouds. Alive, that means to etch out space out of nothing but space. Alive, that means a dream of the dead, a vast moving showing…More

New Year’s Blessing, or, To Be Reborn

Our transformations can happen any year, on any day, at any moment. But a new year is when we are all forced, somehow, to reckon with the possibility of transformation, of being transformed ourselves and of the world being transformed, if not forced to actually transform ourselves. What is a year for us? Even before…More

Scribblings on Eternal Recurrence

Eternal recurrence and our sense(s) of time: It possibilizes a prophetic sense of the future; but isn’t the past also granted a sense of uncertainty, of yet-to-be? * * * Once on a walk I asked each and everything: Do you want this once more and innumerable times more? and I was overwhelmed by the…More

…this small sticky thing…

There is no solutionTo a thing like being covered in tarry despairSearching for respite in sticky flowersMelting further into your hand than into the soil.The planet feels it, and surely other planetsFeel it too, the wobbled curveOf adventuring into nowhere with no ideaWhere the other side begins, what it meansTo glimpse at a total life…More