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What Is Poetry?

A poem is a shotgun
Pointed at the reader.
Its words are pellets.
Not all will hit the target,
But it will leave an impression,
And all that’s left to question
Is an empty shell.

There needn’t be any kind of struggle
And there won’t be any kind of struggle

Quick Thoughts on Science

When one treats the Earth, its creatures, or the unique places they live as “machines,” one reduces each individual organism with its individual stake in life down to a category like “species” and “environment,” which makes scientists (whose applied research is funded by corporations) think they know something about the world and gives money-makers a new way to exploit it.

There will always be holes in their logic, in what they take to be important or self-evident, because they have a special human way of perceiving that is useful but dangerous if it is directed toward Innovation rather than Familiarity.

To fix the climate issue, we need to return to Familiarity. What advantage is there in taking a Magellanic voyage around the universe when one can spend an entire lifetime studying the wisdom around the trunk of a single tree? We seriously need to accept that there are things we are not meant to know (with every new discovery the sphere of mystery only expands exponentially further out of reach). Our stubborn insistence on the contrary created the atmospheric dysfunction we’re experiencing and will eventually destroy us if we don’t change.

Our economic prosperity should be based (somehow) on the health of our communities rather than profit. I’m not an economist, but if our system could be altered to offer incentives to businesses for improving the places they occupy instead of draining wealth, polluting, and competing, Earth will seem more like the Mother that birthed us instead of another product to be bought and sold.

My personal album of the year … okay, it came out eleven years ago, but I wasn’t introduced to it until last June and it’s been on heavy rotation ever since.

My personal album of the year … okay, it came out eleven years ago, but I wasn’t introduced to it until last June and it’s been on heavy rotation ever since.

A Tritical Assessment of Natural Rights

I had to post to a discussion board for my Social and Political Philosophy class at the last minute and took a tip from Jonathan Swift’s “Tritical Essay upon the Faculties of the Mind.” The prompt: Do you think natural rights exist by nature? Explain why or why not. Use textual support (and references) where appropriate. My response:

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The fear is that
there’s someone else
who speeds my heart,
chaps my lips,
shrinks my cock,
caves my chest;
that I have no hold
of my own

Always use
your wounded hand
to search for the
gauze that you have
disposed of

I am not
a solipsist,
but if there comes
a great reveal
by someone’s hand
(I guess my own),
I’ll look at him
(I guess myself)
and say, “Oh wow!
How clever!
I never would
have thought of that
without your help.”

There is never a real privacy of the body that can coexist with intercourse: with being entered. The vagina itself is muscled and the muscles have to be pushed apart. The thrusting is persistent invasion. She is opened up, split down the center. She is occupied — physically, internally, in her privacy.

This (and plenty more comments like this) is why feminism is going out of style. These comments do nothing but perpetuate the “feminazi” stereotype. How writers can seriously claim a biological subordination, that sex is naturally painful for the woman, is beyond me and hilarious to nearly every woman I’ve asked.

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