June 2012
I hope you can stomach this.
You only get one life. There’s no God, no rules, except for those you accept or...
– Peter Krause, Six Feet Under
Dopamine, I want to share this with you.: I am not... →
I am not a poet.
I am a dancer.
I dance with words, scratch their backs, step upon their feet, vigorously!
These words and me.
We take twists and turns.
So its okay if you do not understand this.
These words aren’t made for your understanding.
They don’t seek the easiest target.
They fight their way to you
They can’t settle for making you settle
These words come pleading to my bedroom...
Dopamine, I want to share this with you.: Forgive... →
Forgive yourself for being mistaken. For not being the person you wanted to be on the moment you needed to be it. Forgive the wrong timing. Forgive the cynicism. Forgive the failed attempt. Forgive the recklessness. Forgive letting it linger for too long. All of it. All of the non forgiven stupidity, naivety. Forgive your hard-headedness. Forgive what you missed out. Forgive the person you were...
Tip toe your fingers
across the globe of my skin
and find a new home.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Poetry Written with a Splash of Blood: I’ve... →
I’ve acknowledged the existence of the paranormal for a long time but it’s only recently I’ve started to believe that the individual may be, fundamentally, a spiritual substance. Previously I tried to understand paranormal events in the context of the physical: i.e. matter is mystical (entanglement is as shocking as telekinesis, yet is firm scientific fact), and the physical systems which are...
Poetry Written with a Splash of Blood: As a... →
As a self-relating being I experience you as another such being. I can never know for sure that you are such a being, but your signature of behaviour betrays you — it resembles mine, and I have such a self-relation. I can never know you as self-relating because to ‘check’, as it were, I would have to be you. But nonetheless, I must encounter you and relate to you as such a being. This is not a...
Poetry Written with a Splash of Blood: Imagine a... →
Imagine a hoped-for event and you’ve already destroyed it. At least to the extent you identify the fantasy with the expected reality — and how can you not? Disappointment is now inevitable, not in the sense that the result will necessarily be bad, but that the result will be totally different to how you imagined it.
This may be more than a philosophical truth: notice how desperately reality...
http://pseudomachina.tumblr.com/post/25807445921/po... →
poetryandblood:
There is a discongruity between imagination and reality. Simone Weil talks of the paradox of seeing and eating — eating destroys the object while seeing leaves the subject unsatisfied. The ultimate bliss would be to see and eat at the same time. Beauty comes close to this, because it is a kind of feeding with the eyes. When we don’t see with the eyes we see with the mind — which...
One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman … And yet we are told that...
– Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex, translation by H.M Parshley
Abortions Have Made Life Better for Millions Of... →
For every single woman who’s ever had an abortion, there’s a man somewhere in the story. For every woman who was able to delay motherhood until a better moment, or improve her existing kids’ chances by not enlarging her brood, or end a pregnancy that was doomed to end in tragedy and pain, there’s also a man out there who is not a father today — or is a better father to the kids he has — because a...
The best way to dehumanize someone while claiming you’re not is to believe you...
– The danger of worldviews (Speaking when the world sleeps)
We are all caught in the stream of a complicated legacy - a proof of the limits...
– Janna Levin, A Man Dreams of Turing Machines