Tag Archives: self-determinism

Baby Elephant, Walk!

Posted on January 9, 2017 by John

When we are young, they begin to fit and clothe us in raiments for battle: the helmet of self-esteem; the breastplate of self-confidence; the shield of self-assurance; the sword of self-righteousness – before we understand the “self”, when what self … Continue reading →

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What You Do Not Seek

Posted on November 27, 2006 by John

Assuming you don’t write your own, whose poetry assumes your voice and would, with no small arrogance, usurp the words that form your world? Assuming that you do not play, whose music fills your waiting ears and would displace the … Continue reading →

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Inappropriate Happiness

Posted on November 5, 2006 by John

Maybe sanity’s a side-effect of living; some folks get it, while some others never do. It’s just a minor irritation that can do no lasting harm; you can shake it like a slight touch of the flu. Besides, in a … Continue reading →

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What’s the Point?

Posted on October 8, 2006 by John

What’s the point? I want to ask the Mormons on their bikes, who leave their own nice neighborhoods to share the view they like that they are sure contains the answers to what’s wrong with us, and don’t mind spending … Continue reading →

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The Spell Kit

Posted on August 1, 2006 by John

Why bother to meditate, chanting some mantra for years, servant to some potentate guru’s smoke and mirrors? You’re right to hesitate; what proof describes an answer a fool could appreciate? Only a clever dancer could be seen no hypocrit. Your … Continue reading →

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Doing Nothing

Posted on June 21, 2006 by John

Got up before seven, fed the dog and combed my hair, put a pot of coffee on to brew; spent no time deliberating what clothes I would wear: some jeans and an old t-shirt ought to do. Stood out on … Continue reading →

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Play the Game

Posted on November 7, 2005 by John

At some point, it doesn’t matter if your bank account gets fatter or you end up with the most expensive toys, always playing at high roller with illusions of control or desperate attempts at mirrors, smoke and noise. Despite all … Continue reading →

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