I like to let each word do heavy lifting in a short sentence; meaning a whole lot, all alone. There are certain common words that have so much meaning, so that when you toss them in with each other they cannibalize their neighbors. One word all alone on a blank page, like one barracuda in a big fish tank.
Month: September 2017
Only so deep
You can only go so deep before it becomes you.
Write well
I write well When I'm sleepy as hell And really not here at all
Hunger
I think of hunger And feel my palette Chase down Toward my teeth
Girl
The type of girl whose name takes on a divine meaning in the language.
Healthy
There are laws for a healthy life; and there is truth. And they are not necessarily the same thing—is this the absurdist claim? That we are coming of age and out of our former animal selves. There is a way to be, even in the modern world, to satisfy our age-old instincts; and then there are higher values up and out of and, sometimes, directly counter to our animality. So which do we pursue?
Living and dying
Living and dying are the ground standing up and the sky falling down. Living and dying are the same thing; sometimes one shows its face more than the other. Sometimes you feel light and sometimes you feel heavy.
Healthy
I wonder about doing things that aren’t healthy for humans.
Morality
Instinct is the moral code born in us; survival is its supreme value. As society became essential for survival, a new moral code of social law sometimes superseded instinct. And now there is reason and it’s supreme value is truth—only a certain absurdism comes from there being nothing certainly truthful about morality.
Choose
Maybe you don’t have to choose; maybe you just take it as is determined and find beauty and joy and gratitude in it and always chase after more and take in more.
Maslowian chain
Coming out of the top of the Maslowian pyramid we start to wonder if there is another pyramid flipped upside down and stacked on top of the first to make both pyramids like an hourglass figure—and there is a chain of hourglasses, that connects back to itself in a full circle.
Write
I write as I’ve read.
Spatiotemporal
I have met a hundred men who have said they could do it, if in an instant; only they forget that the length is the humanity. And so too spatially. It is the time and space which is ours. So to say such and such if only in a moment, or in a molecule—is not human. It is a non-phrase. The language itself is spatiotemporal.
Human
Her animal self reaching up to her god self—in the middle is human.
People watching
I watch people watch themselves in store windows.
Sleep writing
I turn pages that I won’t remember but can’t wake to write.
Body need and soul satisfied
I am lucky that my soul is subjected to needs that my body can satisfy; but then I wonder if my body just satisfies the needs that it can, and these are those which my soul accepts as its own.
Choice
Everything is a choice. Sitting still is a choice. Not choosing is a choice. It is the nature of a spatial choosing thing that, in time, it is always choosing—every second affecting matter somehow. What we do affects what is—ourselves and everything else.
Choosing is what we call action by a thing with will. For everything else it is just acting. And everything is always acting.
Capitalist collectivism
Capitalists claim individualism when the economic heights we’ve reached were and will continue to be necessarily collectivist. Any one wealthy man owning companies and interest-bearing investments: he has many of the working class to thank.
Like and love
I like her but I love the newness.
Utility monster
Markets are motivated by human utility monsters; the rest suffer myriad negative externalities. All of economics will change when the supreme value is no longer man’s utility.
Her
There once was only I and everything else. Now there is only me and Her; she is everything else.
Empathy
When I walk around the city, I like to catch their eyes and live everyone else’s life for the moment that I look at them.
Ourselves
Diverse striver, lone wolf, critical counterculturist, new traditionalist, engaged idealist—these we call ourselves.
Life and death
I don’t think I’d live if not for death.
Writing feelings
When I write, I am not thinking of rules of grammar and definitions; I am thinking only of how certain sounds put together and spoke aloud or read silently, of how they make you feel. I think only of the former rules insofar as the latter reader feels about them.
Literary nonsense
It is precisely all the sense wound up in language that empowers literary non-sense. Like all the memory and meaning of life is contrasted by the instantaneous chaos and confusion of death. And, like all the science of the real world is just so slightly undone in a piece of art.
Moments
I chase every minute after these moments that I only get once or twice a month; they always make it worth it.
Together
There came a point when we began to be together in this. Together, is a part of who we are as individuals. If we wish to maintain these heights, we cannot go back.
Catholic suffering
Where the catholic suffering doctrine turns back on itself: a true catholic should follow for love of god and not fear of hell, but assuming there is a small population motivated by the latter; why would a benevolent god allow for a hell? And if the cause of hell is to fall into certain vices on earth which are actually the fruits of human life, why would we not claim our heaven now and suffer eternally, as opposed to the catholics who suffer now to live joyously forever—other than, of course, a utilitarian logic like Pascal’s wager. Why would I not disobey a god who gives me an ultimatum, just like a catholic martyr who disobeys a king who threatens who threatens him with death if he does not adopt the state religion. Is not an atheist a saint by the same definition? Choosing the long death of hell, in exchange for a humanist life on earth.
Mental illness
Some cases of mental illness are such that, in regards to some part of his conditioning, the invalid has forgotten how to be human.
Principles and examples
I now know most of the principles, and continue to experience examples. Same principles; facts change. The same themes with different narratives.