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enihsnusymerauoy: July 2009
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009. So, during the discussion at the philosophy group yesterday, I revised my intersubjective view of objectivity in favor of the following: objective reality is that thing which human knowledge aspires to. Whether it exists or not is another question. Links to this post. Monday, July 6, 2009. Is There an Objective Reality? Thoughts for philosophy group tomorrow. As a culture, we are still obsessed with this anxiety over what exists, or what is real, cf. The Matrix. Speaking of which...
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enihsnusymerauoy: Steep Ravine
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010. Seagulls ride the ocean wind. That slaps the rain against our window. Their sillhouettes half an infinity. Enduring in my mind. As you say you are flying. And I long to sink forever. Under your warm body. Looking up at the cloud ridden sky. A perfect exchange of ecstasy for heat. Our ship tethered to the rock like this cabin. Knowing someday the wind will lift me up. Afloat on the waves of your tender care. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Notes from People Watching.
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enihsnusymerauoy: November 2009
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009. Bath garden view with wheelbarrow. Links to this post. Links to this post. Tuesday, November 10, 2009. Hike to Hot Springs. There is something perfect about hiking to a hot spring. The 10-mile journey is enough to make you sore, and then the soak in the tub, in the wilderness, helps feel relief. This reminded me of the "lost penny found" argument for the existence of pain - there is little as rewarding as a pain removed. 1 Prosciutto Wrapped Pear. Water (but not too much).
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enihsnusymerauoy: Lost Sensations
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Monday, November 29, 2010. I miss the warmth of your touch. Coming from inside me. The sea motion when I closed my eyes. The forest taste of your kiss. You have vanished into the trees. I cannot even imagine. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Still trying to figure that one out. View my complete profile. Si tu es ce que tu es*. Equal to the Earth. Now Available from Amazon. BBKing - Jazzopen Stuttgart July 1997 FM (Bootleg). Teaching Vow to Build a Hearth. From the Living Room.
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enihsnusymerauoy: Time Under Cat
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Tuesday, May 4, 2010. Thank God for those precious moments. When the cat graces my lap with his presence. A puddle of furry warmth. Purring and making Big Paws. Half caresses, half digging in claws. Hooking my hand with his chin. Demanding my full, bi-manual attention. I daren't even look at the screen. Only my mind is free to write this poem. While my legs go numb. Until some lapse in my Purr-fect. Makes him leap away or bite me. Thank God when they end, too. May 4, 2010 at 4:51 PM. Equal to the Earth.
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enihsnusymerauoy: September 2010
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Monday, September 20, 2010. Tonight I Will Count Dolphins. Tonight I will count dolphins. Hemming the edge of the ocean two by two. With a running stitch. Playful, friendly, unreachable. We dive clumsily into the brisk waves. Our stories unfolded on the beach. Making a grey speck in the fog filled distance. Later we shiver in the car together. You have to be warm enough to shiver. In the dark we find each other. Two strange mammals on the edge of the land. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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enihsnusymerauoy: May 2009
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009. Some Days Things Work Out. Like when after trying on 6 pairs of jeans. To go with the cream blouse in the sale. I find some khaki shorts that are perfect. Or the server at Starbucks who. Gives me a glass of water I never ordered. Right before I spill my espresso. I wonder how to say to you that. You are beautiful to me, or if I should, and then. You send me an e-mail. And I don't have to. Links to this post. Tuesday, May 12, 2009. And what if there is no one there at all. Surely I ...
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enihsnusymerauoy: March 2010
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Tuesday, March 16, 2010. Notes from People Watching. A family of three passes, a woman and her two daughters, maybe seven and four, walking alone together in single file. A man in a big sun hat slowly tends and waters the plants at the nursery across the way. People stop and talk to him about the plants. Someone else is reading a textbook, twiddling a pink highlighter in his hand. Now he is on his cellphone, distracted, seeking distraction. Difficult to people-watch when bombarded with so many memories.
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enihsnusymerauoy: November 2010
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Monday, November 29, 2010. I miss the warmth of your touch. Coming from inside me. The sea motion when I closed my eyes. The forest taste of your kiss. You have vanished into the trees. I cannot even imagine. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Still trying to figure that one out. View my complete profile. Si tu es ce que tu es*. Equal to the Earth. Now Available from Amazon. BBKing - Jazzopen Stuttgart July 1997 FM (Bootleg). Teaching Vow to Build a Hearth. From the Living Room.
