Category: Poetry

Life & Philosophy Poetry

A blink off script

The movie never stops. Interrupted by a flutter of blinks, the mind makes the world whole.

It slams the breaks on silence in exchange for blizzards of visual cues.

We are the opposite of a lighthouse, consuming energy without giving any back.

Perhaps if we framed the photo, took a pause from licking the eyeballs, it would all mean a bit more.

Culture Poetry Politics & Society

Nothing strange about it

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Out there, in ideas and intentionality.

She ceases shoulder-surfing and goes off the grid to depart the world of sameness. 

The buoyancy to defend oneself against the easy access of the mind.

“What if our capacity to imagine has been so badly damaged by the information climate of our times that destruction is all we can see?”

John Freeman, Dictionary of the Undoing

Burned out by the illusion of immediacy and convinced that no one knows anything. Once shocking, it was they who rendered it normal. 

Life & Philosophy Poetry Productivity & Work Psychology

A coherent me

When we are stuck and predictable, we stop beating the heart to our own drum.

Instead of chasing our dreams, we ride on the coattails of others. We become a cog that seeks to please rather than to push.

How we align our attention — to mimetic desire or to the clusters of individual freedom — is what determines self-worth.

The story we tell ourselves helps to combat the harsh reality of Monday morning meetings.

We buck the reassurance of controlled variables in pursuit of a cloudy destiny. 

We read life to read ourselves. The copy is the original.

Life & Philosophy Poetry

Manufacturing luck

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Trite but true: life isn’t fair.

Luck shuffles, unequally distributed, sometimes to those who are most undeserving.

But our situation is unique, a constriction that gives us a chance to add our own bit of intrigue.

What lens do we choose?

There’s no drug we can take to resolve the struggle. But the last thing we want is pity and boredom.

Misfortune helps rearrange our thinking.

The antifragile see the world anew, forcing the gut to churn out insights that the lucky couldn't even imagine.

We don’t always have to win the coin toss.

Daily Prompts Life & Philosophy Poetry Uncategorized

A retrospective report

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We take a retrospective report, this time with the prospect of various viewpoints.

When we look back at our own history, it only makes sense now. It's never lucid at the time. Today's mirror emits a story that can't tell a lie.

While the future prohibits knowledge, gathering experience increases one’s attentiveness toward ambient hints. Age is didactic — it compels us to notice and thereby prevent the patterns and vices we originally pursued.

The creative part of us gets tired of waiting. Or just gets tired.

Mary Oliver

We may have to live things twice in order to figure out what to do next. The coexistence of both hope and despair push us through the messy middle.

From the cave to the smartphone and onto the next magical widget, the fun is in the hunt to use the tools of today to look back and figure out what's on the other side of the rainbow.

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