Stand still!
I am waiting
for the sun
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Philosophy
Day 1118, retreat.
Haiku, Poetry
Some stand in front
alone
brave
by choice?
Or
did the others
retreat
wisely?
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Day 1117, standing still.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Waiting for the day
a new purpose
after many
going around
standing still
with the evening sun
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Day 1116, bleed out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Patched
contained memories
trying
to bleed out
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Day 1115, stained heart.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Small fragments get lost
from a stained heart
finding new places
forced by the movement
overtime
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Day 1114, blue window.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The blue window
distorts
into a black
mirror
that opens
for relief
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Day 1112, vessels.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I think of
time
colorful memories
fluid
stored
in decaying vessels
for…
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Day 1111, track.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The track we leave
and go
are for us
ours alone
still
we are
connected with
the ones
thought of
as
left behind
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Day 1110, concrete.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Walking through
a concrete world
where the sun never sets
and the shadow always follows
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Day 1109, stacking.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Stacking your thoughts
in the order they come to you
is a thought process.
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Day 1108, destiny.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Time and destiny
two illusions
to replace the fear
of being
slowly pulled
in
to the end
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Day 1107, meaning.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Figuring out
what something is
that is freed from
any meaning
doesn’t feel like
the end
when you don’t
try
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Day 1067, reflection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mirror points in two directions.
It reflects me, my outside a stranger to me.
It lets me reflect, what I, think I see.
So, what is reflected?
Am I my own imitation?
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Constructed memory.
My thoughts, Philosophy
Curacao, 1994
Why do I think we all build a structure, a narrative, that explains or bears our existence?
First of all, it’s a story I’ve been telling myself for many years, if I tell you about its origin, I guarantee you that it is…a structure. It probably started while reading a book, but I don’t know what book or where I read it.
We all been in situations where you are certain about a situation, certain facts you remember from the past. Till you meet someone that was with you at the time and recollects it totally different.
Max Sterner, the ego and its own.
anarchism, SocietyMax Sterner, the ego and its own.
I know about Max Sterner for many years now, mainly as a predecessor of Nietzsche philosophy but I never read anything from him, till yesterday when I started on his most famous book The ego and its own. There is lots of information to find on the internet but Wikipedia says the following about this book:
The Ego and Its Own (German: Der Einzige und sein Eigentum; meaningfully translated as The Individual and his Property, literally as The Unique and His Property) is an 1844 work by German philosopher Max Stirner. It presents a radically nominalist and individualist critique of Christianity, nationalism, and traditional morality on one hand; and on the other, humanism, utilitarianism, liberalism, and much of the then-burgeoning socialist movement, advocating instead an amoral (although importantly not inherently immoral or antisocial) egoism. It is considered a major influence on the development of anarchism, existentialism, nihilism, and postmodernism. Read the rest here.
Excerpt:
Translated from the German by Steven T. Byington. 1907
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A Human Life
From the moment when he catches sight of the light of the world a man seeks to find out himself and get hold of himself out of its confusion, in which he, with everything else, is tossed about in motley mixture.
Day 985, you want to.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Currents in life.
A changing constant.
When you move from one place,
adjacent to where you want to…
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