Day 2184, what?
Day's picturesDay’s pictures
Day 2183, angle.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I am afraid to look inside
so I stare at myself
from an angle
Day 2182, after.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A picture taken before the bomb fell
slightly damaged
Day 2181, towards what.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Growing
at least flowers do it
but I don’t know towards what
Day 2180, cultivation.
anarchism, Day's pictures
Josiah Warren
True Civilisation (1863), Chapter II, self-preservation
91. Before we begin to probe the festering mass now called “civilization,” let us prepare ourselves with all the spirit of forbearance which the case allows, that we need not add any unnecessary pangs to the already exhausted and dying patient.
92.” I know,” says B., ” that you do not admit analogies as proof, but is there not some indication of the Divine Law in the large fishes eating up the little ones, and in spiders spinning webs to entrap flies?
Day 2179, victims.
Day's pictures
Albert Camus
Neither Victims nor executioners
…For my part, I am fairly sure that I have made the choice. And, having chosen, I think that I must speak out, that I must state that I will never again be one of those, whoever they be, who compromise with murder, and that I must take the consequences of such a decision. The thing is done, and that is as far as I can go at present…. However, I want to make clear the spirit in which this article is written.
We are asked to love or to hate such and such a country and such and such a people. But some of us feel too strongly our common humanity to make such a choice. Those who really love the Russian people, in gratitude for what they have never ceased to be–that world leaven which Tolstoy and Gorky
Day 2178, borders
Day's pictures
Believing in a national identity
is like believing in astrology
Day 2177, I forgot.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I was watching paint dry
for many years
and I have to say
I forgot how bright the color was underneath
the layer I once
painted over it
Day 2176, calm.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The water is dark from my vessels reflections
it absorbs the grey sky
it is calm
~
I see no sun
is it going up or down
the grey sky has taken all its light
and a sign
~
standing at a distance
I can imagine a sudden sound
an engine that starts
movement
a ripple dispersing the reflection
~
I can still imagine
Day 2175, reflection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
At least there is one thing
we all can see
that appears to all of us
the same
Day 2174, teaching.
Day's pictures
Friedrich Nietzsche
Thus spoke Zarathustra, second part
And if someone goes through fire for his teaching – what does this prove? Indeed, it means more when one’s own teaching comes out of one’s own fire!
Day 2172, towards me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You cant even reflect the colors behind you
standing there with your back
towards me in the entrance
Day 2171, rooted.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We are anchored in the past and the future
but it doesn’t feel like that
Day 2170, even when.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the right conditions
we all look worn
~
even when we are
Day 2169, alien to me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You have a mouth
nose
and eyes like me
but looking in your beady eyes that stare at me from behind the glass wall
I see nothing that I recognize
as if you live in another world
an older world
Day 2168, windows.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I made a window, a real one that opens to the world.
Not sure if I ever will open it, but I am glad that I made one.
Nochrisis 