It’s not easy, living. Our human existence is an ongoing experience of what Baruch Spinoza called servitudo (bondage): we are constantly, despite ourselves and our best efforts, at the mercy of forces greater than us, subject to events and encounters that cause emotions we’d rather not feel. As the great British thinker Kate Bush once putContinue reading “Think Least of Death | 4Columns”
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science affirms indigenous knowledge after refuting dismissing destroying burning caging it for centuries commodification to follow more bombs less food! fight the good fight why are children suffering? experts offer boilerplate planet becoming unlivable GDP up 1%! hip hip hooray!!
ode
you lovely lady of the southwho i loved so muchwho i loveand could love in new waysuntapped potentialis the best kindtho powder-kegs can leave you blind
crossing over
there’s sweeter water on the other sideof this the sold-short too much sufferingso what? you sayi am humbled by your skepticism fuckin figure it out and get freaked
the trick
how much longer willwe fall for the trick ?put in the ballotbut it don’t seem to stickhow much longer willwe put trust in them?who pull the knife slowly – but then twist it inagain, why must we wait for life to begin?o why must we wait for life once again?
untitled stylistic poem
dost thou admit the counter-indicesbetwixt thee?thy sword and shieldset upon the mystery? heroine and villainyyou and you andyou joker?what is thy malady?that i kept myself for poker.
now!
now! the time to act is now!fascism is hereno doubtgeorge jackson told us the longer we waitthe more painfulit will be the more atrocious sonow!the timeto actnow!
pain / patience / virtue
Give her time Give her space Her heart to heal At its own pace I miss you dear I fucked it up And now I leave To fill my cup Give her time Give her space Her heart to heal At its own pace I’m scared to lose you to another but now’s the timeContinue reading “pain / patience / virtue”
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beach freak
Lounging at the lake of the Pacific, I see you walkin down the road Tangerines in your hair I see you walkin down the road