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many, small choices brought us to this crossroads. a blessed singularity;everything converges,and passionately releases ...
04/07/2026

many, small choices
brought us
to this crossroads.

a blessed singularity;
everything converges,
and passionately releases
all the energy
of what we have
become.



For all those whose tongues are in manacles,whose pens are suffering from drought of ink,let us pray.No virtuous thought...
04/02/2026

For all those whose tongues
are in manacles,
whose pens are suffering
from drought of ink,
let us pray.

No virtuous thought
may be imprisoned forever.
As a dove flies out
through prison bars,
our beautiful words,
roosting in their cage,
will soon fly out
and flock
around the heads of tyrants,
masking their sun.

Guide us in our escape
from the wordless prison.

May there be peace
in the higher regions;
may there be peace in the firmament;
may there be peace on Earth.

May the waters flow peacefully;
may the herbs and plants grow peacefully;
may all the divine powers bring unto us peace.
The supreme Lord is peace.

May we all be in peace, peace, and only peace;
and may that peace come into each of us.




A garden of weeds.You may not feed them, but they spread as you water the garden. You may not see how, but they take ove...
04/02/2026

A garden of weeds.
You may not feed them,
but they spread
as you water the garden.

You may not see how,
but they take over,
tall and ugly,
preventing anything beautiful
from flourishing.

Before it is too late,
Do not water in discriminately.
Destroy the weeds
of envy by giving them

nothing to feed on.



This is. And thou art. There is no safety. There is no end. The word must be heard in silence. There must be darkness to...
04/02/2026

This is.
And thou art.
There is no safety.
There is no end.
The word
must be heard
in silence.
There must be darkness
to see the stars.
The dance
is always danced
above the hollow place,
above the terrible abyss.
…

I have given my love
to what is worthy of love.
Is that not
the kingdom
and the unperishing spring?

— Ursula K. LeGuin, The Farthest Shore


There can be only oneand I already have a higher ground;But no crown—You seeI know I’m a fool,clown,but I’m about to go ...
03/24/2026

There can be only one
and I already have
a higher ground;
But no crown—
You see
I know I’m a fool,
clown,
but I’m about to go downtown.

You can catch me if you wanna—
Be teaching yoga at the Hothouse
Down below, Higgins St;
wanted share with you
The Eight Limbs, and Samadhi,
Like an
Empty Cup
in Lotus.

If you catch flame,
Sorry / Not Sorry ;
I was already burning.

——

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Their condemnation has long been hanging over them, and their destruction has not been sleeping.For if God did not spare...
03/12/2026

Their condemnation
has long been
hanging over them,
and their destruction
has not been sleeping.

For if God
did not spare angels
when they sinned,
but sent them to hell,
putting them
in chains of darkness
to be held for judgment;

if he did not spare
the ancient world
when he brought the flood
on its ungodly people,
but protected Noah,
a preacher of righteousness,
and seven others;

if he condemned
the cities of S***m and Gomorrah
by burning them to ashes,
and made them an example
of what is going to happen
to the ungodly;

and if he rescued Lot,
a righteous man,
who was distressed
by the depraved conduct
of the lawless
(for that righteous man,
living among them
day after day,
was tormented
in his righteous soul
by the lawless deeds
he saw and heard)—

if this is so,
then the Lord knows
how to rescue the godly
from trials
and to hold
the unrighteous
for punishment
on the day
of judgment.




Above all, you must understand that in the last days scoffers will come, scoffing and following their own evil desires. ...
03/12/2026

Above all,
you must understand
that in the last days
scoffers will come, scoffing
and following their own evil desires.

They will say,
“Where is this ‘coming’ he promised?
Ever since our ancestors died,
everything goes on
as it has
since the beginning
of creation.”

But they deliberately forget
that long ago
by God’s word
the heavens came into being
and the earth was formed
out of water
and by water.

By these waters also
the world of that time
was deluged
and destroyed.

By the same word
the present heavens
and earth
are reserved
for fire,
being kept
for the day
of judgment
and
destruction
of the ungodly.




make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control;and to self-...
03/12/2026

make every effort
to add to your faith
goodness;
and to goodness,
knowledge;
and to knowledge,
self-control;
and to self-control,
perseverance;
and to perseverance,
godliness;
and to godliness,
mutual affection;
and to mutual affection,
love.

For if you possess
these qualities
in increasing measure,
they will keep you
from being ineffective
and unproductive
in your knowledge



The hero of my tale, whom I love with all the power of my soul, whom I have tried to portray in all his beauty, is, and ...
03/01/2026

The hero of my tale,
whom I love
with all
the power of my soul,
whom I have tried
to portray
in all his beauty,
is, and will be,
beautiful,
is
Truth.

— Leo Tolstoy,
Sevastopol Sketches


In the green morningI wanted to be a heart.a heart.And in the ripe eveningI wanted to be a nightingale.A nightingale.(So...
03/01/2026

In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
a heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.

(Soul,
turn oranged colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.)

In the vivid morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.

And at the evenings end
I wanted to be my voice
A nightingale.

Soul,
turn orange colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.

— Federico Garcia Lorca,
Ditty of First Desire


Tragedy is inevitable, unavoidable, and central to how we understand life;there’s nothing you can do to forestall it.In ...
03/01/2026

Tragedy is
inevitable,
unavoidable,
and central to
how we understand life;
there’s nothing
you can do
to forestall it.

In literature,
the tragic genre
probes
how humans
“deal with”
the bad things
that happen
“to them”

—

“The core of literature is the idea of tragedy... You don’t really learn much from the good things that happen to you.”

— Cormac McCarthy

Is it any wonder that no truly respectable society has ever trusted its artists? But our society, being troubled and bew...
12/23/2025

Is it any wonder that no truly respectable society has ever trusted its artists?
But our society, being troubled and bewildered, seeking guidance, sometimes put an entirely miss mistake and trust in its artists, using them as prophets and futurologists.

I do not say that artist cannot be seers, inspired: that the awen cannot come upon them. Who would be an artist if they did not believe that that happens? If they did not know it happens, because they have felt the god within them, use their tongue, their hands? Maybe only once, once in their lives. But once is enough.

Nor would I say that the artist alone is so burdened and so privileged. The scientist is another who prepares, who makes ready, working day and night, sleeping, and awake, for inspiration as Pythagoras knew, the God may speak in the forms of geometry, as well as in the shapes of dreams; in the harmony of pure thought as well as in the harmony of sound; in numbers as well as words.
But it is words that make the trouble and confusion. We are asked now to consider words as useful in only one way: as signs. Our philosophers, some of them, would have us agree that a word (sentence, statement) has value only in so far as it has one single meaning, points to one fact, which is comprehensible to the rational intellect, logically sound, and—ideally— quantifiable.

Apollo, the God of light, of reason, of proportion, harmony, number— Apollo blinds those who press too close and worship. Don’t look straight at the sun. Go into the dark bar for a bit and have a beer with Dionysis, every now and then.

I talk about the gods, I am an atheist.
But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.

The only truth I can understand or express is, logically defined, a lie. Psychologically defined, a symbol. Aesthetically defined, a metaphor…

A metaphor for what?

If I could have said it non-metaphorically, I would not have written all these words, this novel… the truth is a matter of the imagination.

— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness


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