Do I exist? Parsing through my blog behind me, I see the mire of punditry, the pedantic trinity of politics, philosophy, and poetry worst of all. Why? Why do I devote mental energies to fields of abstraction upon which I have negligible effect? The puzzle ever changes. Pieces that once fit together shift and split …
I want to write about politics, to expurgate my ruminations into reality as the word, and thereby perhaps come to play a part in the process, but I falter and hesitate at the edge of the board, hesitant of the entire indulgency of the process . Charlatans have maligned the purity of the cause. Logic …
Now that we are post post-modern, we “duh” that appearance is not fact. Where does the foundation begin, though? What’s beneath the invisible mask back back back? I feel mighty silly when I’m asking, I feel like a dullard with my why. I blank at a start for this tasking, I shrug and go on …
I get bigger as my love gets big I get quicker as my love get quick I get richer as my love gets rich I get hungry I get money I get off and then a plane crashes outside of Billings, Montana and all of a sudden I don’t feel so big I wonder what …
I don’t think, in these days of revolution, we understand the depths to which the roots of these trees grow. Cecelia Watson is right to call out David Foster Wallace and his structuralist defense of Standard Written(White) English. Joe Biden claims the mantle of the Democratic nomination vowing change while choked out in a …