Tag: resilience
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Forging the Strohax
The alchemy of the linguistic stim. I once read a piece by Grant Morrison on Chaos Magick and creating a sigil. Morrison is a modern-day shaman, a psychonautic genius who channels profound truths into the two-dimensional universe of the graphic novel. I read his piece as part of a compendium by a group called Disinformation.…
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The Sin Eater
That poor little sin eater in a darkened room fed artificial light and filtered half-truths and lies he gets to eat the broken fragmented shredded bits of strategically weaponized semantic psycho subliminal Sub-liminal he eats in the liminal space feeding and digesting so you don’t have to taste the indigestion.
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No Wonder I Ponder A Sore Elbow
My left elbow is sore… Not movie heart attack sore. It’s cold AF sore. But I didn’t come here to talk about that. I don’t know why I came here. I don’t even think I came here come to think But if I came to think I’d ponder… I wonder… I wonder why wander rhymes…
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Castle Hill Anthem
Castle Hill, Sunrise, Urban Poetry, The Great Wave, Kanagawa, Winter, New York City, Industrial Beauty, Morning Light, Smoke, Resilience, Atmospheric, Winter Landscape, Cityscape
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The Teacher With A Thousand Faces
The dramatis personae of any school is enriched and enlivened by a healthy variety of demeanors. If my intention was only to diminish those “unlike” me, I would be simultaneously devaluing their contributions along with my own. What makes us unique is often what makes us great. I have become the teacher I am today,…
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#F It
How many fields have fallen fallow from failure to follow A path that seemed to far For fear of finding my self Forgetting I’m found?
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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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Hopefully Flying The Soft-Shoe Of Winged Feet.
“Love will win because at the heart, the core, the ceur, the cure para mi Corazon, nothing really means what you think it means.”