the poetic life
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An updated childhood memory
A common childhood breakfast was a couple of tablespoons of olive oil, some minced or chopped garlic, and whole wheat toast dipped on it. In Vienna I discovered great coffee, great pastries, great opera, great humor, great wine, and the absolutely amazing pumpkin seed oil from the Styria region
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the wonder of Taste
Taste is metaphysicalmemoryignoredidolizedan experience in its foolish relevance, and poetic importancetranscendental insinuation.It nourishes nothing we can touch, and magnifies all we have been and wish to repeat, within a bountiful sphere of incompletion.
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An Introspective Question
I drive, and drive, towards knowing truth, wanting to understand the inner desire to uncover truth. I contemplate her, and him, those beautiful souls in the bodies of my own blood who I saw and touched as they arrived. And I equally accept, and bathe in the mere joy of their existence, simply so, abstaining…
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Enlightenment Questioned
Is the sapiosexual an intellectual?
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Do Nots and Dos
Do not fall in Love Stand in Love
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The Ways of a Super-taster — a Clubhouse Event
Taste is the sense which puts us in contact with savorous or sapid bodies, by means of the sensation which they cause in the organ destined to appreciate them. This sense, which can be excited by appetite, hunger, and thirst, is the basis for several operations which result in a man’s growth and development” Taste…
Sila Blume 