When we accidentally step on an insect (I know, for some it is not an accident), we see the life gone from it in an instant. What was now a creeping, crawling, flittering thing is now a dead thing at your feet, whether we stop to wonder at and praise the thing for its life…More
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The Forever of Joy
Sorrow tells us what we want to hear, that the world is small and shall become smaller, that it will shrink even more than it is shrunken now, fold into innumerable wrinkles like a compressed apricot pit, compressed to the size of a mustard grain. We want to hear it because sadness makes the world…More
That Thing on the TV (a short short short)
Simon: Dammit! This thing is smithereens, now. Don: Well, quit messing with it! Why was it so important in the first place? We got to go! This’ll be good for you, too. Simon: There was something on the news, something about colona– Don: Colon! Now that’s not newsworthy! Unless it’s mine! Dr. Hawthorne always have…More
Wherever you find dust
Poem with rough, dusty audio readingMore
It Is What It Is
For MarkWhen I look up to the sky nowAnd see the lines between the clouds,Fractal lines, giving each cloud its shapeAnd identity, think for a moment I see themColliding into one another soundlessly forming largerClouds or departingFrom one another,Getting smallerAnd smaller, until I realize that larger cloudIs something else than the smaller,That each has its…More
Nota Bene
A truth that doesn’t dance around with scandal, with falseness and error, is nothing important.More
The Breath of Meaninglessness
The breath of meaninglessness comes as easily, as unaccounted for, as graciously as the breath of meaning, both like a breeze across the damp swamp, a breeze that suddenly gives to the stagnant air life, direction, energy. What else do you want out of this, she asked. When she said the words it was…More
not going back
Normal, new or old…is a disaster. This video captures the heart beating inside us in May, 2020.More
Zwischen
For Monica Geers-DahlWe meet and you tell methat you are a visionary.Now the visions plop downfor our inspecting gaze,or like a plaything, for usto play with and fondle,or like a maze to explore,or like a door to enter,or like a trembling child,we have to console herin her shivering, or likea mild breeze we feelcoolly…More
144,000
Before that world ended, our project as some of us called it, we felt the horizon closing in on us at first as some distant foreboding, an event we had calculated, could imagine, make plenty of blockbuster films about, but that seemed so distant as though it could never possibly arrive for us, the safe…More
In praise of stupidity
In praise of stupidity. Stupidity is not always to be looked down upon, even by philosophers, perhaps especially by philosophers if they want to leave no stone unturned, if they truly want to be lovers of the plural and ever-multiplying manifestations of human and other things. Sometimes it is precisely stupidity that carries with it…More
Cosmic Dance – A (Short) Dialogue
A: Why are you dancing around the subject– B: I’m not dancing– A: Yes you are, you said that life is meaningless but that we are not meaningless, how can that– B: Let me ex– A: No! You called it an “explanation” before when you said that even though life itself is meaningless, we can…More
la nostra situazione
a retrospective–and prospective–on that thing called covid. from March 2020More
Soaring ignorance
Soaring ignorance. The problem with the problematization of other perspectives is that it takes too much for granted the knowledge of our own. As though we are quite certain of ourselves! As though we already discern, and have a clear and steady grasp of, our own boundaries! As though we are not ourselves full of…More
On Forgiveness
Even when we have been hurt, even then we are to forgive the one who hurt us? We were gathered around him as a flock gathers around a post–hungry or pensive. The desert heat was mitigated slightly by a gracious cloud overhead which, instead of simply passing by and leaving us with unshielded fire, kept…More