Sunday, October 24, 2021

to love you

—deeply would arise from intimacy I’ll never have with you.

Yet, such intimacy, I suppose, is in you life.

How may it show in words?: as if “my words are already yours because we’re each other’s best complement”?

Here of us, there for each one.

“Here I am,” we say of us.

Here, what’s ours belongs.

Saturday, October 23, 2021

autumnal notes

The home page update says a little more about why countering elitism is important to me.

That’s all I have to offer this week. Meanwhile, I’m cohering a lot offline (no more yet at the other site,—seeing new constellations of themes. I feel close to having a flow of new things to share online, soon.

Oct. 15

Trite to say, yet ultimately true: What’s Ultimately True (unlike
the “arrow” of Time) is Ours to design: “It Just Is: The City, Life.”

Oct. 9

Here’s a beginning on countering elitism.

Oct. 8

This is a placeholder for sundry leaves.

When, I don’t know. Maybe next week.

Sunday, August 29, 2021

It is as: given as is

From journalism to phenomenology, life is as is.

Aren’t I profound?

Saturday, August 28, 2021

writerly gardening

I’ve posted more during the past two weeks than during the past six months. I feel that frequent posting may continue. The “update” note should become more pointless.

This note is mainly filling space until I expand it this weekend.

Sunday, Aug. 29

Or not. I’m regularly amazed how an agenda item which seems clear becomes a rhizome of themic links to other topics, themes within themes, intimations among prospections.