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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 pushes 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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Life & Philosophy Poetry

Get it together

The coming and going, the thinking goes, is what keeps pushing us three steps forward and one step back.

We’ve been engineered for quick play, left grasping at the nearest of solutions.

Too distracted to pursue the slightest idea, we settle for unintentionality.

The gaps begged to be filled and we were so occupied we missed their telling messages.

There’s only one thing left to do: recentralize focus.

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Life & Philosophy Poetry

Seeing the forest for the trees

The forest is a city that lies underneath our feet. Perhaps if we thought of it this way, we wouldn’t walk on it.

But the vitality of life is in the pursuit. One with the world, the ability to face resistance means to walk through it.

We adapt to the drumbeat of chaos, using expansive curiosity and patience to find unity with what we know and what we don’t know.

We progress most when we try the least.

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Culture Poetry Tech

Truth, discarded

Racing to get hack our organic operating system, to render us decision-less at the mercy of marketers and AI.

The feeds are distraction machines that intend to blind our own will. We are complicit in the media manipulation.

It is within these information-rich, consumption-based societies that the heart beats but the brain double-thinks.

As the chaos whirls around is, It rules out nuance and complexity. What we see is what get, the truth discarded.

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Life & Philosophy Poetry

Crazy, that

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That is hardly given and mostly earned.

  • It’s too early for that
  • We’re too young for that
  • Eat our dinner and then we can have that

We strive for that, whatever it is. Sometimes that is urgent and attainable. Sometimes it requires more work, maturity, and a lot of patience.

There’s a time and a place for achieving that, but things have to transpire first.

But that is also why people give up, especially when grit becomes a grind. Anything once desirable starts to lose its charm.

Give up — embrace the rules and enjoy the process. It’s crazy that one has to reject their impulses on the way to achieving a purposeful living.

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Creativity Poetry

A curious rebel

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When in doubt, you can always depend on your curiosity. It is the fire starter for all important questions.

But inquisitiveness is not the only fuel you need. Sometimes you need an anarchic kick. The best medicine is straight-up rebellion.

When conviction fights convention and curiosity whets the mind, the amalgam produces an orderly disorder that begs for reinvention.

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Culture Life & Philosophy Poetry

Who will curate the curators?

Who will curate the curators, influence the influencers, or teach the teachers?

Those who marinate the world with their point of view assume their rightness. But the signaler too must too look back in the mirror and reimagine themselves.

The true expert sees reality at arm’s length, merely touching what they know, always learning from others.

Everything we do is a false start

Fragility becomes a strength in the hunt for gathering strings of ideas. Gazing into space, the clusters of stars flash with an impulse that branches forward from moment to moment.

We do best to gut-check each other, with history whispering in our ear.

A shared stimulation keeps the world more interesting and encourages us to make small bets. We need good collective ideas to resume going upward as a whole.

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Arts Poetry

Mary Oliver: The poem gets written

Photograph by Molly Malone Cook 1964 from Our World by Mary Oliver

“It is 6am and I am working. I am absent-minded, reckless, heedless of social obligations etc. It is as it must be. The tire goes flat, and the tooth falls out, there will be a hundred meals without mustard. The poem gets written.”

Mary Oliver

Who needs the muse when you’ve got a proper habit?

Mary Oliver wrote over 15 poetry and essay collections over her writing career. Her prolific output rested on a simple rule of showing up and filling up the canvass every day.

But she was also jotting down notes all the time, out and about, in nature where she felt freest.

Oliver’s poetic vocation called her wherever she went, as she engulfed the world with an insane curiosity. Slow and deliberate, she let her notebooks bleed into the world.

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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.

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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.