autumn 2024

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Conceptual busyness got the better of me, so I don’t have an easy update. I feel close to doing a flurry of sprouts, but processing woods
of notes in my scaffolded pathmaking keeps revealing self-constellating vortexes in the tropical landscape’s textual horizon I follow of course.

I do expect to post more next week.

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a philological sense of Our evolving

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A famous biologist called Us “the poetic species.” I agree.

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writing life, a gain

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For some persons, life becomes text: aural, visual, written.

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summer 2024

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Finishing “for the best of America” feels like a closure on giving attention to the presidential campaign of “Ours,” in keeping with
what I noted below for Sept. 4.

Now, back to engagement with practical conceptual interests (which will result in more postings before Sept. 28).

And good-bye summer.

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Sept. 9

Life goes on, as time allows, be it showing marks, letters, history, or
the importance of words for binding us in kindred belonging.

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