Monday, January 27, 2025

for intimacy of time being



Heidegger’s sense of there being phenomenal implicature here (or any text) and there (any reader) sought to engage “us” in a venture of originary promise in thinking together (there linking at the end to here).

My discussion there highlights a concept of “It” which isn’t addressed. So, in light or that, you might wonder what “is” “It”?  

Friday, January 24, 2025

open interality in released Flow of immersion



This recalls last year’s pages on interality (inter-ness, e.g., re: interplay, interaction, etc.) in a narrative of their links, free associating with the conception, which will sprout more topics soon. It’s about being immersive relating.


Wednesday, January 22, 2025

Heidegger and “technology”



reflections relative to the publisher’s description for an upcoming book on Heidegger and 21st century scientific industries.


Monday, January 20, 2025

on a way to original thinking



This shares my sense of Heidegger’s pragmatic originality. It begins
a little provocatively, then sketches a simple view which may seem superficial, but becomes conceptually holistic in an historical sense.

Inasmuch as he's my philosophical father, this discussion is why
I outgrew a loved home and departed for new ways.


here



Immersion in music playing itself, you: lost in a film showing itself,
or wholly lost to dancing—we play: playing flow flowing reverie horizoning—joy!

“Beyond words.”

So: inwordness tropes.

Yet, we’re also a window in saying how awing flight of time’s appellant cohering—release into “regioning of that which regions” (Heidegger), like the cosmos self-constellating—gives way, drawing oneSelf away into being time, freely awing, things thinging, points pointing like votexual distance emerging into nearing you, coming to you as you’re going there.

It’s a mirrorplay: bearing emerges from granting, yet given appealing enacts one’s granting.

Saturday, December 21, 2024

writing home



Am I drawn into wilderness because I’m pioneering; or I’m lost?

Whatever. I’m just drawn. And I don’t want to be inhibited by needing
to make sense briefly.

You’d think, though, that trekking where no one’s gone apparently is mistaken.

How many have been here—finding no guidance anymore—just insatiably drawn into horizons?

Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Tuesday, December 17, 2024

reality not chosen, reality I choose to prospect



There’s no admirable point to political anger unless it leads to actionable valuation….This discussion is an outer worldly sidetrack from a project for tomorrow which is inner worldly, but highlights inner/outer liminality.


Time gives gravity to prettiness where beauty emerges



Airy living, 15 years ago, “soothing W. H. Auden,”
on extra-ordinary life.

That page hasn't been public. It was done for a beloved friend, Terese, whose eidetic memory penned Auden's "Musée des Beaux Arts" perfectly for me during a lunch.


Friday, December 06, 2024

easily casual, easily alien



This is the first part of a new five-part set oriented by the notion of belonging: being chosen to belong in relation with choosing to belong. It becomes very analytical, as aliens may.

In coming weeks, I expect to post more frequently than in recent months—and again before Dec. 21, I expect.


Sunday, December 01, 2024

autumn 2024



Well, I am ready to add more, at last—a new beginning, in a sense—but that’ll take a few days.


Nov. 23…Nov. 30

Closer, but not ready to add more; not frustrated, very enthused. A flow of regular sharing is immanent, next week I expect.


Nov. 17

I avoid chronic anomie (if not mild depression) from daily news—
the suffering of so many regions—by immersing myself in development of my writing projects, hours every day, largely for the love of doing it. I haven’t put a lot online lately, but there is much in gestation.


Tuesday, November 05, 2024

Monday, November 04, 2024

some of these days



Life is strange, often beautiful, then you die, of course.

Not that I will be missed,
honey.”


Thursday, October 31, 2024

Friday, September 27, 2024

a philological sense of Our evolving



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


Tuesday, September 24, 2024

writing life, a gain



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


Friday, September 13, 2024

summer 2024



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.


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.


Wednesday, September 11, 2024

for the best of America



My sense of “being a Democrat 2024” is basically about a personal life being well enough to be politically relevant, through interpersonal and cultural engagement.

Monday, September 09, 2024

Ours



Here’s a short discussion, relative to the now-forgotten (?) Democratic National Convention, about the importance of words for binding us in kindred belonging.

That will be followed soon by a discussion of DNC specifics for a progressive realism.