I’d found flow with nowhere to go, so I settled in and rocked the tyco, while the stasis field psycho played mellotronic the sound of my youth a sound so suddenly minor like the reverberation of a kiss I’d missed a kind of gliding, a lilting, a sort of null, an empty lull that wentContinue reading “Tyco Flow”
“As soon as there is language, generality has entered the scene.” Jacques Derrida Experience, by far, expresses itself better than language ever could. The moment we begin to describe that which we experience is the moment when the magic and the mystery of that experience begin to fade. John
My choices are not the right choices. My choices are merely… my choices.
good bad nor mediocre gay straight nor any other a liberal conservative nor moderate, brother sister wife husband mother be not labeled nor determined ever for, you are no thing you are nothing you are you, aren’t you?
“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.” Friedrich Nietzsche If more of us were to adopt this idea, think of how much more willing we would be to listen to one another, to actually entertain those ideas notContinue reading “Nietzsche on the “right” way”
Author’s note: This is the second dialogue of the Advocate Dialogues. The first, The Advocate and the Attendant, need not be read in order to follow this one, however, there are a few minor references to that particular piece. Setting: The near future. A typical office, in a typical office building, in a typical downtown, of any typicalContinue reading “The Advocate and the Authority”
“The perfect child for an existentialist would be potty trained, addicted to cigarettes and able to discuss the finer points of phenomenological ontology.” Gary Cox Source: The Existentialist’s Guide to Death, the Universe and Nothingness Hence, I have no children! Mostly, because I myself have a hard time discussing the finer points, hell, even the mostContinue reading “Gary Cox on the perfect child for an existentialist”
She was something other, an unrighteousness of being, an unwitting representative of a hidden paradigm, a child born again – she was Naiveté.
“The wisest among us appreciate the natural limits of our knowledge and have the mettle to preserve their naiveté. They understand how little all of us really know about anything. There is no such thing as conclusive, once-and-for-all knowledge. The wise do not confuse information or data, however prodigious or cleverly deployed, with comprehensive knowledgeContinue reading “Sharon Lebell on the value of naiveté”
“The craft or art of writing is the clumsy attempt to find symbols for the wordlessness. In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable. And sometimes if he is very fortunate and if the time is right, a very little of what he is trying to do trickles through — not ever much.”Continue reading “Steinbeck on writing”