Some things are made; some things are written.
Saturday, March 29, 2025
Thursday, March 20, 2025
Sunday, March 16, 2025
Even here, lovers will waste each other's time,
explaining how things work, how the world works.
Everything works, and the world will be fine,
but they will walk earnestly ("as in the day")
dressed like adults, without needs or desires,
and hold forth, like teachers, about machines
and policies and practices and "what they want"
in the upper echelons and why "all we can do"
is one thing (that won't work) or another (that will)
and someone will "just have to understand".
Lovers, I remind you, this is Scandinavia. Relax.
The war is far from here and a hundred years away.
Monday, February 17, 2025
Sunday, February 16, 2025
You will never be free of this love,
she said. It will never leave you.
It will give you, always, more than you
deserve, take more than you can afford.
It will forever mock your suffering
and censure your simplest pleasure.
You did not find this love, she said,
and it was never yours to lose.
Though you have done much for this world,
our love is not among your accomplishments.
It came before us and abides beside us.
It made us and waits here only to unmake us.
Saturday, February 15, 2025
Thursday, February 06, 2025
It is the function of science to extricate the world from our history.
It is the function of politics to implicate us in it.
Philosophy extricates the concept from our emotions.
Poetry implicates us all.
Wednesday, February 05, 2025
Monday, January 27, 2025
Power depends on deference to authority.*
Knowledge depends on a fixed** point of reference.
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*Authority, from author, from L. auctor, "one who causes to grow."
**from L. fixus, "fixed, fast, immovable; established, settled."
Sunday, January 26, 2025
Monday, January 20, 2025
Friday, January 17, 2025
Thursday, January 09, 2025
Friday, January 03, 2025
Thursday, January 02, 2025
What is there?
The ocean exists.
It also inspires.
The ocean asserts itself and admonishes us.
We stand on the shore and look to the horizon.
It is what it is. We must become ourselves.
The ocean has its reasons, and its passions.