~> Kant Journal #1//Kant begins his momentous response to the stagnancy he finds in the discipline by making two important distinctions: one between a priori and a…… Read more “Philosophy Papers”
Tag: death
Soul Searching
Philosophical soul searching is never ending, but I suppose happiness, despair, and evil are very good places to start. > Kierkegaard’s Sickness Unto Death //Pivotal definitions in…… Read more “Soul Searching”
Capital
you reach out a hand to pull sky down, stars, yes the heavens themselvesare but bread to you, so you break it,break it all upon the ground,…… Read more “Capital”
Today
I cannot write. Cannot write, cannot write cannotwritecannotwrite.There is nothing to say, it’s all been read,saidanddone. I cannot writeright: my idealism won’t countenance these mongrel awkwardnesses, won’tafford…… Read more “Today”
Pores
The world gets into our poresand writes on us lines with the clay ofearth, warmth of sunbite of wind caress ; sorrow & joy clog our faceswith…… Read more “Pores”
Narkissos
sooty secrets buried in black: bleak as beak. --- windswept wood, wild sweet orange, swan's neck swoops. --- carefully curated, beautiful mind hovers over clear blue sky,… Read more "Narkissos"
Grey
https://youtu.be/808nTiXLam8 I’m still in this place. Sometimes it seems I never leave. * Gallery, 2014 Imagine, if you will a gallery piece installed, a row of plants at… Read more "Grey"
The Ever-Processing Machine
I can’t find my incense. I don’t want to write. I desperately want nothing more than to write. For ever. So then, perhaps I’m just a stymied…… Read more “The Ever-Processing Machine”
ruins v dawn
c. Kate Gough
Roethke, from ‘The Middle of a Roaring World’
To Possess or to be possessed by one’s identity?*The self, the anti-self in dire embrace.*Instead of embracing God, he hugs himself.~ Theodore Roethke, The Middle of a…… Read more “Roethke, from ‘The Middle of a Roaring World’”
Thoreau on the (Hu)man
"See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all day he fears, not being immortal or divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of… Read more "Thoreau on the (Hu)man"
Bread Crumbs
Wrinkles sagging with weariness, Gretel June seated her crooked torso on the last clear surface in the house: a padded footstool. The world swam in complete and terrifying circles around her, and closing her eyes only made it worse. She felt a lump in her throat that had nothing whatsoever to do with her heart, and much more to do with her stomach. Everything swirled so fast!
Ancient, knotted hands cupped a steaming mug of hot liquid, which she blew on periodically, but never sipped…
A New Proposition
-- "Faith is not being sure. It is not being sure, but betting with your last cent... Faith is not a series of gilt-edged propositions that you… Read more "A New Proposition"
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c. Mary Kathryn Gough Instagram
Idiolalia Poetry Collection Now Available!
Hello all 🙂 Thank you all so much for your support. Idiolalia is available straight from the printer now at 3 GBP or 5 USD each (or…… Read more “Idiolalia Poetry Collection Now Available!”
Memo # 8 ~ Deep River (Shusako Endo)
“…And death itself began working backwards…” A tree grows up into the light, oxygen-laden air from out of the dark, decaying remains of its parent. Forest fires…… Read more “Memo # 8 ~ Deep River (Shusako Endo)”
Memo #5
Memo #5 ~ Simone Weil and Stringfellow The nature of Love is, enigmatically, found in perpetual Act, defined in the solitude granted within the oneness of intimacy,…… Read more “Memo #5”
Barren
Bent old woman, past all youth, her been- there- done- that — sufficient. “Can’t teach an old dog new tricks, you know”, I know, everyone agrees with…… Read more “Barren”
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