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Corner View: Something To Celebrate
The other day, I had a conversation with someone who argued that “it being over” meant that mankind will move on to the next level, leaving the physical realm behind. It cheered this person up to no...
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This Little Dot Connected
Today, I harvested some more sweet woodruff, and a lot more nettles. Now, you might not think this is thinkering, but it is – it is. You see, thinkering is all about freedom. Freedom to gorge on...
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The Circularity Of Movement
Today, not hindered by a scientific backbone (I’ve studied a lot, and forgotten more), I decided all movement is circular, even though most of the time it does not look that way and it does not feel...
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Shift Of Focus
Over the course of the years, as an artist documenting the flow I went from this: Focus (painting), 2010acrylic on canvas to this: Focus Revisited (installation), 2014 window markers and bird droppings...
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Life Shouldn’t Be A Kitchen-Sink Drama
Previous entry in this series of digitally enhanced White-On-Black drawings with poetry lines: Peace
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Discombobulating
Most people like to be kept busy. Also, most people do not like lacking. This is where work comes in handy (as in “paid work”, done by “highly skilled professionals”.) At first, the void was called...
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Pars Pro Toto
I don’t like my hands. When looking at them, I often wonder why these old, wrinkly things are connected to me and my overflowing fountain of youth. My thighs are not so cute either. They only appeal to...
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Intuition As A Team Player
I am still studying Dabrowski. It is a slow process, because I like to chew on sentences and follow-up on references, all of which takes place in between everything else (trying to make a living,...
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Corner View: Good Memories
For a long time, I’ve envied people to whom the wonder years are festive bowls of joy topped up with dollops of bittersweet longing. To me, joy has nothing to do with the wonder years, and I do not...
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Corner View: Taste
More and more, I am turning into this peculiar mix of intellectual and common-or-garden philosopher. I suspect by the time I get to be an Old Lady (like our cat), I will be all common-and-garden. I...
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The Things That Remain Attractive In the Physical Realm
The physical realm is where output from all sources comes together, and of late, I am having a hard time filtering out the output not beneficial to my mental health. You see, all I have ever wanted is...
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Implanted In The Soul
Click for larger size ‘t Is as good ol’ Socrates said: “And therefore if the head and the body are to be well, you must begin by curing the soul; that is the first and essential thing. And the care of...
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On The Inside, Looking Out
I’ve been making selfies, not because I am interested in appearances, but because the bridge I envisage between Inner World and Outer World would come crashing down without a beginning and an end....
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But A Mask
It’s a terrible thing to be alone – yes it is – it is – but don’t lower your mask until you have another mask prepared beneath – as terrible as you like – but a mask. (Katherine Mansfield) This does...
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Whatever Doesn’t Get Killed
A one-eyed boy making out with the blunt end of a pickaxe, a pudgy girl riding her hoe as if it were a crazed bull. Everything is possible once the Poet is hooked and booked: these two getting...
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All The Way Down
Click for larger image! pale green turtles breaking out of their shells to gorge on our core, a haven of smells fraught with intent they chat up our bowels stroking the stronghold with rowdy vowels...
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Corner View: A Gift (Short Story)
Sounds no longer accompanied her in her sleep. What that meant, she didn’t know. Perhaps it meant that her ordeal would end soon. Though she was glad of it, the silence did sadden her a bit. Were it...
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The Divine Madman
I am still studying Dabrowski – there is an intriguing link between my writings of late and the works I plough through. One illicits the other, or clarifies elements, I’m not sure what it is. In doing...
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Man’s Best Friend
Click for a larger image! For this impromptu collage, I had fun combining a nouvelle vague picture of my undies with a warped chart of the femal reproductive system and a set of cute cartoon eyes made...
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