We haven’t room to simply let down our hair and full-Being flow anymore (. . . did we ever? We try at clubs, through music laughter and…… Read more “Flow, Earth”
Tag: journal
Connection and Peace.
We come with no knowledge to this place and share nothing with each other of the essential key that grows inside us like a living being, limned…… Read more “Connection and Peace.”
^folk, (o)=e
excerpt from my journal: ———————”I think there’s really something magical about folk music. I’m sitting in Connemara in a pub and there’s these 3 guys just chillin’…… Read more “^folk, (o)=e”
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”
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smoking stacks weary my soul. — — c. Kate Gough Photo by Patrick Hendry on Unsplash
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Big cigars sticking up out of the Earth. — Cold monuments to a more industrial time. — — c. Kate Gough
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"
Phenomenological Movement Journal
Katie Huffman / PHIL 340 / Halteman Journal # 1.5 (date?) ; Response to the Phonomenological Movement Several Quotations I reacted to very strongly: “When epistemological inquiry…… Read more “Phenomenological Movement Journal”
Beauty
It’s pouring in clear sheets outside in the dark, and the trees’ branches are like many arms in a wild dance with the wind… The sound of…… Read more “Beauty”
Old Work —
It seems I am doing an awful amount of catch-up. Not only for when I freeze blogging, but also for all the years I was too frightened…… Read more “Old Work —”
theMechanics.Of:ceratlone —
(Or Tolerance, in the common tongue) No one can be commended any longer for instilling values in others – least of all the young and impressionable. We…… Read more “theMechanics.Of:ceratlone —”
Between
Between the material world and the world of feeling there must be a border — on one side, the person grieves and the cells of the body…… Read more “Between”
Red.
~Free-Write Response to Toni Morrison’s Beloved~ Red. The Hated. Manifestation of Desire. Passion which pulls so many into its pool: helpless, raging, drowning, dying. . . Rememory…… Read more “Red.”
widgets & gadgets & gore
I don’t have my mind very sensical yet — still trying to figure out all the widgets and gadgets and gore — but here’s something to chew…… Read more “widgets & gadgets & gore”
Kate Gough 