In time you can live more
of the poetry that surprised you.
a poem for me is frequently a response to a strong emotion, often involving grief. it is important for me to process the emotion, to fully express it in the poem, without regard to irrelevant factors or consequences. to fully validate the experience. to be able to learn from it.
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You’re
a very still creature; and
I want this to write itself
already.
Events are not just lived
as they arise,
one
thought can stand in our way
like repetition.
And safety is an oddity that I
don’t pretend to know myself.
Don’t fact check your life.
Where is the perfect you.
Where are you broken.
In some other part of your mind that was a friend?
Exception to the rule noticed my hiding place.
What young joy are you living through that I never had? What
was stolen from me.
Let me see with love the thief once again.
One might hate these poetries yet
the point is to live not die,
and come home hand in hand.
You asked for an undeniable protection, and that
no one could refuse.
Who is the unknown?
How does she live like that?
Do I know the in between.
Do I detest the hidden.
Am I worthy
of the moment my love gave me back to myself.
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What kind of love did you always want since your youth.
What words would you ever give up for a dream.
I would cut off my own head if I could
and save the world some misery.
As a story you buried in your back yard
birds flew over it without suffering,
none of what most enchanted you left behind.
Like your own skin under the pear tree sunk in the mud.
These are the things I’ve previously left unspoken.
They taught me a simple story of life.
The first cannot proceed without the last.
What do you want to not want to want?
Sometimes I wake up angry and wonder
if I can no longer live with myself.
With the nature of the way things are.
If you are unhappy about your life just
let it be a mystery. Make something up.
Do I have to draw you a map?
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When Beethoven wrote revolutionary pieces like the Op. 13 sonata, he certainly was misunderstood by his contemporaries. Was he trying to be misunderstood? He clearly refused the pieties of his generation, and corrupted the youth of his community. Was that, his intent?
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It seems to me that the question of whether we can step in the same river twice goes to the question of how we relate to our own “reason.” The capacity in question is what contemporary psychology calls executive function – the ability to plan, prioritize, categorize, critique, abstract, reflect, remember, shape emotion, etc, etc. It seems clear that these capacities helped certain of our ancestors pass on more copies of their genes to subsequent generations, which is “why” we think this way. However, the question “do these capacities correspond to some objective reality?” is a question that is impossible to answer. So: take your pick. Or: tailor your answer to your goals.
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Plato it seems to me wanted to found a community of philosopher mathematicians just as Nietzsche wanted a community of philosopher poets. And whether we embrace the rationalism of art, religion or science, the positivist urge remains the same. On the other hand I believe Kierkegaard and Wittgenstein saw the problemitization of living as part of the question of community itself. Rather than striving to step outside it once again, they tried to speak through their own suffering with a more personal honesty, of demonstration.
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The possibility that there is no ultimate reality within reach of human apperception need not condemn us to a life of apathy. Just because we cannot know the truth does not mean we should stop looking. For it seems to me that the hell of nihilism is no more necessary than the heaven of certainty. I think we create only ourselves.
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Watching the movie “The Hunger Games” for the first time, I found myself wondering if Descartes was on to something when he insisted on the primacy of human intuition. Could this have been his own personally ironic answer to the technologies of modernity, the attenuation of meaning, the sacrifice of life to our cultural thirst, for the entertainment of cruelty? If I think what I am then indeed, I believe one smart brave young woman, all on her own, can save the world.
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The brain seems to think in categories. We could hypothesize about how this increased the number of copies of genes that got into the next generation for individuals who thought more in categories than not, in the past. Many many categories: subject/predicate, self/other, blue/green, high/low, good/bad, etc. Categories also come with bias. We tend to ignore information that is inconsistent with the category. This can be both helpful and harmful. Another category: helpful/harmful.
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