Unknown and Unnamed Undoing: the swoon and the swarm (a kind of mathematics...
Unknown and Unnamed experiences: the swoon and the swarm I hadn’t remembered it like this (trying not to remember). That all of it got into you. That all of it came out! Immersion. Enthrallment....
View Articlea rambling meditation
ComposureFiled under: Journallings, Poetry, Writing Tagged: journaling, Life, love, musings, philosophy, Poetry, thoughts, Writing
View ArticleInscribing a Now
Inscribing a Now Today I just feel like writing. I don’t have anything in particular to say, no specific emotion I am needing to express (that I know; or am aware of), simply a kind of quiet delight...
View ArticleScribbling. Toward purpose.
Summer is quickly departing. In the next few weeks – school supplies, a trip to the Rockies to a rustic cabin, a trip to Branson with little children and wizened parents, work, deadlines, textbooks,...
View ArticleCharting Change
“the rare scholars who are nomads-by-choice are essential to the intellectual welfare of the settled disciplines.” -Szolem Mandelbrot- After 12 nomadic years of self-study, retail labor, marriages and...
View ArticleWaiting for words to tell…
Immersed in summer and studies, I find myself struggling with capacities of some purer form of origin beyond connections. The creativity that satiates me in relationship and studies is one of...
View ArticleFound Thoughts
As I snatched books and items to head to a weekend class I grabbed an old partially used notebook just in case I’d sneak a moment or two to scribble my thoughts. I did, but I also found the following...
View ArticleIN THE MIDST
Moments: The reality of accrual and depletion, growth and diminishment “It is of the essence of life that it does not begin here or end there, or connect a point of origin with a final destination, but...
View ArticleBECOMING: A Something-Writing …Provisionally
Provisionally: A Something-Writing -What I Have in Me to Write Now- I am Melville, I am Aristotle Dostoevsky. Address me as Plato, Poinsot, Peirce. Franz Ferdinand Pessoa. I don’t care....
View ArticlePerhaps
Filed under: communication, creative writing, fiction, Language, meaning Tagged: fiction, journaling, meaning, philosophy, Writing
View ArticleScrambled
I AMFiled under: Confusion, Fear, Heidegger, Idle Talk, Journaling, Philosophy, thinking Tagged: Chatter, fear, Heidegger, journaling, Meaningless, Nothing, philosophy
View ArticleSecret 2
i want never to encounter work I wish to editFiled under: Art, Books, communication, creative writing, Experience, identity, Journaling, Self, Writing Tagged: education, journaling, Life, meaning,...
View ArticleBegging your patience at year’s end…
The year’s end approaches. Writing by hand grows slower. In need of practice. The ubiquitous milieu of technology. A differing technology, and our relation to it. Our co-evolution with it. …...
View ArticleAlias (outside) – more from the notebooks
Alias “boyfriend,” alias “daddy,” alias “instructor,” alias “friend.” Alias “person.” Alias “student,” alias “son;” alias “scholar,” alias “man.” Alias “Alias.” Always additional roles (or...
View ArticleOuroboros, or Autophagia
I often feel that I’m dying. Killing myself with disease. Killing myself via the activities of my “mind.” Killing myself with alcohol. Killing myself by over-extension, -exertion, lack of...
View ArticleMeaning-Making in Living Systems, or, 15,000 Things
is a phrase and a theory I have queried, contemplated, spelunked and pursued for the past few decades of my “living.” Since (apparently) before I can remember, I’ve been addicted to a kind of...
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Why not call it magic, this unsettling alloy of grief and anger we experience when shunted by anxiety, disappointment, depression, or loss? We cannot deny that we crave! That we are struck through –...
View ArticleConfusion : Fusion-with
The light is good. I’m confused. What “good”? “Good” for what, and in relation to? Diffuse, azure atmosphere of oncoming dusk. Chilly, not cold. Nearly pleasant, yet crisp enough for shiver and...
View ArticleMorning Thoughts in a Blustery March
…and so we think. I do not say we must think, for I do not think that is so – it is simply a kind of capacity we have, apparently related to external pressures and a possible pleasure, or unknown...
View ArticleMorning Thoughts – Saturday
“If there is progress then there is a novel.” William Carlos Williams You wait for it to come, grow, become. You may be waiting forever. Like love. Perhaps it will visit, pass by. You’ll...
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