More thoughts from Nietzsche? Rumination on types of nihilism? Topics, all relevant to day-to-day life, which I intend to examine. On the other hand this remarkable collection of insights came my way. The current condition of America is described by the envelopment of the old Republican Party by the Trump movement, and his accession…
Sometimes I have something in mind to write. At other times nothing in particular has come to me. Life is a moving current, languid, – then that sound ahead becomes a roaring white water. Just attend to the friction of movement, (there’s always friction) some topic will rise to the surface of consciousness about…
February 20th feels midwinter. The exterior temperature registered two degrees this morning, though day by day there is more daylight. Waking at 6AM now is rising in the dawn, rather than dark of night. What do I mean by “middle of winter”? Certainly I intend this human’s embodied experience of winter 2025. I did…
Wednesday is mid-week. Sometimes it happens in the middle, one is able to with a backward look, take measure of where one has come. Are we in the middle? In the middle of what? I was urged yesterday to abstain from glancing at my iphone news feed. None of those snippets was positive, “good…
Yesterday, Sunday afternoon I attempted to watch the NASCAR race at Daytona. I cannot remember the last time I listened/watched a “stock car” race on television. At the time watching NASCAR became similar to watching golf. The televised races seemed to be perfect for napping. I lasted about 20 minutes, then I had to…
What the fuck are you doing? My better judgment kicks me in the shin, about what I am about to write. I reply that I just think I am obligated to recognize a person’s work no matter if I barely understand the genre. Humans owe the truth to one another. Wouldn’t you agree? To…
Saturday morning dawns a pleasant 32 degrees F. There’s a fresh snowfall. Today is a gift for our enjoyment. Weather forecast’s feature single digit days ahead. Every day is a gift, a bonus. One of the lessons which Thoreau has to teach in his writings about Walden Pond. Like a child greeting the morning…
To a Young Poet Zaina Alsous I don’t usually write because I’m too busy being afraid of it. Not of writing but the it. It’s more like breaking open a fruit. Not to taste but to see what bleeds out. Here is a country. Here is a person in that country who has no papers but…
I am reading a new book, the Self-Overcoming of NIHILISM by Nishiani Keiji, translated by Graham Parkes with Setsuko Aihara. [Nihilism], an existential problemin which the being of the self is revealedto the self itselfas somethinggroundless… The phenomenon of nihilism showsthat our historical life has lost its groundas objective spirit,that the value system which…
Today is Wednesday, midweek. Snow is expected. I am happy that the snow will cover everything in a blanket of ice-white-crystal. I hunger to see all, everywhere, the possibility of purity. I know, I know this is a psychological need, a fabricated abstraction, akin to what Plato meant by “the good.” . Such abstractions…
