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 masochist at heart(less), doomed to miserable inaction for the rest of my days. I do not dedicate myself as I should, as I need. . . There’s a…Read more The Ever-Processing Machine
“I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.” ~ Oscar Wilde
c. Mary Kathryn Gough Portrait Black and White Film not sure, 100 or maybe 400
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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 a cheaper PDF ebook copy). If you order from Lulu through the link provided here it should be sent straight to your house, super-easy. The price may change…Read more Idiolalia Poetry Collection Now Available!
Katie Huffman / PHIL 340 / Halteman Journal # 1.5 (date?) ; Response to the Phonomenological Movement Several Quotations I reacted to very strongly: “When epistemological inquiry sought to answer the question of how the subject, filled with his own representations, knows the external world and can be certain of its reality, the phenomenological critique…Read more Phenomenological Movement Journal
.:Nereid:. (Rhode, long lost, reaches open Ocean) rocks, roaring on the rough-beaten coast and i, atop the highest possible point --- gazing down. a low, roiling roll drags at my ears, my mind my throat --- over and over and over and over; the silence rings audibly, my gut stretched taut as the substance of…Read more .:Nereid:.
this is one of my favorite poems about love. there are more, but this one always comes to mind, and it makes me happy. last thursday was our wedding anniversary, and it has been a beautiful and cherishing one, so i wanted to dedicate this post to tim. 🙂 all my heart & love to…Read more cummings on love
Tragedy, do you understand? the Tragedy of ideas pinned up like roses on the corkboard of Reason -- concepts crucified, the souls contained within run out like life-blood, drained now, paperthin, these Words this Meaning which should have been able to encompass nations, reach out through universes, and embrace Truth are simply Roses -- dried,…Read more Ideas/Dried Roses
the trees are speaking a new language today. a tongue i’ve never heard. it’s white and brilliant, sparkling in the wind with infectious energy; a million tiny bolts of lightning, or anti- matter and matter colliding, disappearing and creating light that penetrates the soul; it’s a klicking akin to the language of dolphins, neither as…Read more language ii
Mary Kathryn Gough 11/11/05 Project #2 The Unifying Force of Kafka’s Literature: Drawing a Dual-Hearted World Together in Unity of Spirit "Could not then art and literature in a very real way offer succor to the modern world?" ~Aleksandr.Solzhenitzyn Of all malicious lies, the most sprawling and successful is the one which whispers softly, compellingly,…Read more Literature’s Unifying Force
1Art, Culture, and the Autonomous, Free Humanity of Man; The Universal Applicability of Living in Truth and Accepting Responsibility as Destiny The essence of the conflict… is not a confrontation between two ideologies (for instance a socialist with a liberal one) but a clash between an anonymous, soulless, immobile and paralyzing… power, and life, humanity,…Read more Art, Culture, & the Autonomous, Free Humanity of Man
two o'clock in the morning, dull and grey outside with the soft sound of (hundreds of thousands of) millions of raindrops springing out of the air and coming softly to rest on gravel, grass, snow, leaves, dirt, and rocks. Pitter-patterput-put-put, splish-splashand dripdrip-drop. from a distance, the sounds run together and the resultant river sounds…Read more Liquid Language