Tag: existentialism
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Unmasked Mugging Shots from the bottom of a coffee cup
A circular portrait of morning mourning the end of solitude & home.
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I want to catch it before I lose it
Air is violently bellowed through, blowing out impurities — carbon, silicon, detritus…. Some of the carbon is processed back in, and under intense and loving human ingenuity, an element is alloyed into a synthetic wonder — man-made, yet of nature. Everybody loves my mom, because she is the quiet foundation that holds us all together…
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One Must Imagine…
You play the cards you’re dealt — until you can’t. What happens after every trade, bluff, and plea has been exhausted is where the real work begins. A meditation on bricolage, Camus, and a wily king who cheated Death twice before he ever touched a boulder.
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Are We There Yet?
Bracing. Heart racing. Memory tracing Forever facing leaning In every direction at once Quantum, I laugh at you quantum To you it’s all quanta, But if you wanna Know my strong opinion your hedging when you’re keening Fear careening courseward leaning forward And I haven’t even left my chair.
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On Low For 8 Hours
“If you slow-cook the same soup on low for 8 hours for 30 years, what will you end up with? I became a teacher because the braise was causing my meat to fall off the bone. I was tender… but gelatinous.”
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The Abusive Father and the Wayward Child: Framing Nationalism as Trauma
A very sick, cruel, sadistic, manipulatively maladjusted sociopath is punishing the half of the country who haven’t sold their souls to him. The Democrats refused to allow him to strip working-class people of food stamps and healthcare. Surprisingly, they held their ground as he and his minions kept the government closed—among other things—to stave off…
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Wherein He Gets Out Of His Own Head
And as long as I can create something in the face of madness, I feel that I am. Things fly apart… the center cannot hold. In the personal and the global, it can feel like slouching toward oblivion. But where trauma once triggered fight or flight, I’ve found a new tool. I’ve learned to create.…
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The Maestro is the Message
When you think it is pitch black you realize that you have electricity in you. I mean we are stardust after all. An imperceptible spark of biochemical electricity flickers in a synapse and an idea initiates a motor response and you find a way to stoke a spark and make something.
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Surfing The Phoenix
Ego rides the crest, surfing the Phoenix wave Westward with the sun.
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Joy & Kindness in the Void: Navigating Meaning in a Postmodern World
The author expresses feelings of disillusionment in a postmodern world and acknowledges the challenge of finding meaning amidst uncertainty. Despite skepticism towards political figures, they felt a spark of hope while watching Kamala Harris on SNL, sensing a genuine human connection. This signaled a yearning for empathy and progress in politics.