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UtopiaSkill and sword and sorcery.Utopia
Bravery bow and beauty. Time beyond measure, Love beyond pleasure. Take me to see what I'd like to be, In myself and in all other things. Weariness kiss, in oblivion's bliss, I can find the true depth of my pleas. But mires of woe and minutiae untold Conspire against what I know. Despite all my efforts
I find my work threatened
By interminable ubiquitous lies.
I'd rather reside in a time after time Than divide and profane my soul In the service of fools
Who hurt, kill, and use
The rest of the world Whe
by ~Aesgareth
The Belly of the WormDon't try to grok the meaning of being;The Belly of the Worm
You'll be consumed by the grue in the deep forest clearing.
Shy to fly high and be slow to stoop low,
Stay in your base or you'll belong it no more.
Skirt the hidden and tricky ascent,
This Republican's path takes a manful intent.
Better to linger o'er delicious moist cake,
Than cinder your fingers by truth try to bake.
A naturalist's unnatural to claim that it's thought,
That stands above anything else to be sought.
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by ~Aesgareth
VerificationismViennese veterans of Europe's Great War Argue that Forms should be ignored.Verificationism
Meaning depends on being, not Being. Logic and science explain all seeming.
Abstractions distract from accurate thought; Take stock, empty is most of what's sought.
Coda:
Though logic and maths are abstract they remain. Polite conversation's the proof they obtain.
by ~Aesgareth
Romance at EighteenI walked into the room, Tall dark and handsome. Sensitive and shy, with smears Of mannish pretension.Romance at Eighteen
I guess she looked at me, And I guess our gazes met. I was threatened with a shotgun once; This makes me think of that.
I couldn’t make out features, And I couldn’t concentrate. The meaning of the object Made life disintegrate.
And that was years before We first ever kissed. When we did the barrel burst, Her gauge not one to miss.
Everything about it then And everything I remember Is a mist of love
by ~Aesgareth
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jesus, joseph andmary:jesus, joseph and
she came to me in a vision of yellow, in the bathtub while i scrubbed away at my fingers and toes, and muttered curses under my breath; in the kitchen, where i watched ants wave to heaven before they went under the thumb, and i pressed down hard so as not to come up again; in the backyard, where i lay in the grass and tried, tired to pretend that there was someone laying next to me, and her fingers were green with love; and in the bedroom, while i slept and rolled from side to side like my shoulders were punching bags for a greater good, and while i didn't. &
by ~livingcomforteagle
pencils and knivesOur getting together was a roll of the tongue, a curve in my nerves.pencils and knives
We played clever and intelligent and poetry-slam line break, smiled at our own pretentious predigested words, coffee and donuts and hardly a table between us. Your eyes flashed white and my smile flashed red and I pretended to be without makeup, and you, without frowns.
We discussed Small Things, work and play, and we discussed Big Things, God and philosophy. We faked thoughts and I made petty arguing comments just to sound like a brain was in my head.
It was perfect.
You said you believed God was a woman, for people are so
by ~livingcomforteagle
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- Current Residence: Toronto
- Interests: Philosophy
- Favourite movie: Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: Mozart
- Favourite genre of music: N/A
- Favourite poet or writer: Laurence Sterne
- Wallpaper of choice: White
- Skin of choice: Living
- Favourite game: Smash Bros. Melee
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii
- Personal Quote: If you know your destination, you've already walked this path.
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, paper, and stimulants
- Email: Matthew_Patrick_Howe@hotmail.com
- MSN: Matthew_Patrick_Howe@hotmail.com
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The world is deep--and more profound than day would have thought.
Of course, looking for life-changing transcendental meaning in post-secondary education is a bit unrealistic, and the charge that it isn't there is easily responded to by that no one said it would be. Aren't you a post-secondary educator?
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Nothing is perfect, immutable, and infinite. It is synonymous with God.
Though I am cynical at times about the liberal arts, I do love learning. Wrap yourself around any course that has a professor who inspires to higher things.
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The world is deep--and more profound than day would have thought.
that kid is genius.
Your not so bad yourself. I am terribly fond of your work.
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Pollito dice pio pio!
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Nothing is perfect, immutable, and infinite. It is synonymous with God.
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Nothing is perfect, immutable, and infinite. It is synonymous with God.
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Pollito dice pio pio!
It's...IRISH MATT! WOOOO!
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"...he who makes thought his business, he may go far in it, but he has bartered the solid earth for the water all the same, and one day he will drown." ~Hermann Hesse
That quote is a downer man!
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Nothing is perfect, immutable, and infinite. It is synonymous with God.
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