Life at sunset likes to bring tears — to the horizon, and to the sun self On the cheeks of the sun setting, they flow differently than on those of them looking at suns setting.Near and far aroundthe horizon turns numb,encapsulated in the sensation of the ceasing of beauty of that sun, or in the… Continue reading Crying at Sunset
On this path taken (and given) I have no regretsNot truly Today I am the master of lifeBut starting I was a lost slave of life
An obligation has a source. It may be an internal power, it may be an external one. Ideally, having and feeling obliged ought to be from an internal standpoint, as the character wants standing purity in being self. That which I do wishes to coincide with what is expected of me by my peers and… Continue reading o·blige /əˈblīj/
Sofia Gubaidulina *1931, Russian composer, whose works fuse Russian and Central Asian regional styles with the Western classical tradition. The Aristipposian Poet presentsWeekly Woman: Sofia GubaidulinaNovember 25 at 9pm ESTon Clubhouse During her youth, Gubaidulina studied music in the city of Kazan, the capital of her home republic. She had lessons at the Kazan Music… Continue reading Weekly Woman: Sofia Gubaidulina — composer
Humans like to celebrate life at death — and finished!
A friend asked me, “Pray for me, so I may be filled with strength in my life”. I answered, thinking of you is a prayer.
Another question I find much more crucial, much more relevant, much more exciting, much more profound, much more spiritual and intellectual: what happens before death?
To employ a spice is to ignore nature's admonishments. We humans intentionally gather plants with high concentrations of defensive chemicals or warning aromas and add them to our food, typically in small doses. The Chemicals associated with the bitter tastes of dandelions and dill, for example, are poisons. The fragrant aromas of garlic, mint, thyme,… Continue reading Creativity amidst destruction
Physically and metaphysically, there is a state under which three things are orchestrated: a thought, impression, memory — something triggers a deep sense of beingwhich triggers a need to inhale deeply, and exhale loudly with which tears are alerted, or flow freely
There is the human spirit - resiliance - perseverance - love - inclusion - survival a common intrinsic energy, from all directions, and in all directions. And there is the self - with an edge - imagining outside the box - with inner joy - with inner want - with inner universes - each potentially… Continue reading There is the Human, and there is the Self
of every single walk in every single day of every single year for every single being — physically, mentally, emotionally is an inventive breath, more than a satisfaction smile
which is why each human is surrounded by other humans, and together they are humanity.
If you can’t sing, sing. If you’re happy, sing. When you are sad, sing. Whenever you are confused, sing. If you are angry, sing. If confused, sing. If you want to be in happiness, sing. Sing your heart out. Sing your mind out. Sing your insecurity out, sing your confidence out. If you wish to… Continue reading Sing
Music pushes us to listen. Philosophy pushes us to think.
Once upon a time we ate raw, then we cooked. Later on we began adding herbs, spices, parts of flowers, seeds, and other tiny parts of nature to our food. Our palate and our knowledge expanded as a result. It is this expansion and refinement on basic products that made us the demanding and complex… Continue reading Deliciousness makes us human
I submit, beyondThere is belief, there is knowledge— god, science, love are called I submit, beyondTo dissect into flesh, mind, spirit, consciousnessI submitnot passively Why avoid death, when it may be challenged?The transition might be to ceaseCan I submit?
For the human, everywhere is a stage. On a stage, one is to share stories, rather than instruct, rather than show. The story told — in its beauty and its madness — needs to be understood by the teller, before addressing the listener in its own story. Storytelling wants a communicator that feels the depth… Continue reading The Human
The 1980s were my enlightening period; they were the moment in which I took the corset off which was to support my spine, my goals and vision, protect my soul, guide and nourish me — the Christian view of life. Without the mildest clue of how I was to walk, breathe, project or hope in… Continue reading My Enlightenment Period — thank you, and happy birthday, Peter Gabriel!