In a darkened place
a door to is hard to find
Day 2217, lesson number 1.
Day's pictures, My thoughts, PoetryDay’s pictures
Day 2216, footprints.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A walk on the beach
where the retreating water erased
the old footprints
~
I will make new ones
but I am not sad about it
that also these will be gone
tomorrow
Day 2215, history today.
Day's pictures
Friedrich Nietzsche
Human all too human II
Mixed opinion and maxims
382 The final lesson of history. -“Ah, if only I had lived at that time!” -these are the words of foolish and frivolous human beings. We will instead, with regard to every bit of history that we have seriously considered, though it may be the most highly praised land of the past, cry out in the end: “anything rather than back there again! The spirit of that age would press down upon you with the weight of a hundred atmospheres, you would not enjoy what is good and beautiful about it, and you would not be able to digest what is bad.” -It is certain that the world to come will judge our age in the same way: it must have been unbearable, life in it has become unlivable. -And yet everyone puts up with his own age?-Yes, and precisely because the spirit of his age not only lies upon him, but is also within him. The spirit of the age offers its own resistance to itself and bears itself up.
Day 2214, nailed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I nailed myself to the wall
with my stubborn head
~
I am stuck here
unbalanced
as if that matters
when you’re stuck
Day 2213, scales in my mind.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Today it was cold outside for some
and to warm for others
~
funny how these numbers
these scales
gradations
divisions
mean anything
besides the empty numbers
conventions
agreements
Day 2212, up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It seems we like to climb the ladder
going on and on
around the next corner
getting nowhere it seems
wanting more
~
but nowhere is where we end
all together
at the end
with all you had
and was
Day 2211, line.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Some people hang by a line
some stand on it
I know which one I prefer
Day 2210, familiar.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I found something that looked familiar
but that doesn’t mean
that I have ever seen it before
Day 2209, bend.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Every little twist makes this barbed wire
unique and also so the same
twisted and bruised bend in every way
stuck in one place together we move
Day 2208, bright.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Today the light was bright
with some shadow to hide in
Day 2207, full of it.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I brushed over it
many times
and when I get squeezed
it all comes back
Day 2206, knowledge.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sometimes I know what it is
and you will never know
Day 2205, damp.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Even your shadow has two faces
Day 2204, motion.
Day's pictures, PoetryProjection on a wall of the content of a troubled mind* AKA the mind of humans in motion.
*24 hours speeded up into 30 seconds.
Day 2203, live in.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Clouds can be so impressive
even if it is the last one you ever live in
Day 2202, unfold.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I thought it was a throw away day
but then I unfolded it
Nochrisis 