Been wanting to read this for a long time but now that I finally have it…
I find its presence rather… intimidating.
I’m not a philosopher despite the fact that it is my belief that everyone with a thinking brain, and especially those without, is one, whether it be as a witting one or not.
No, I’m not a Philosopher, despite my occasional philosophizing about philosophical stuff, in the same regard that I’m not a Poet, despite the fact that I occasionally write poetic-like stuff.
Philosophy as a studied discipline is way too confounding for my confounded brain.
However, practicing a philosophy as a means for navigating life comes as natural to me as the act of breathing or as the desire to include unnecessary descriptive and expounding words, especially those oh so delightful words of the adverbial persuasion, into as much of my writing as possible.
For instance, I have no idea how many times other than a lot that I’ve attempted to read and understand such profound Philosophers as Kierkegaard and Nietzsche and Heidegger and Sartre and Camus and, regardless how many times it’s been, without fail and after only a few pages I have to put their books down in angry frustration and embarrassment from my inability to read the words that they have carefully and thoughtfully written for me with any sustained comprehension. It is maddening to me that, while I can read and understand just about any individual sentence of theirs, when moving on to a succeeding sentence, of which I can also read and understand, I invariably lose comprehension of the sentence which had just preceded it and which only seconds before I had understood.
If hell is other people, then a deeper hell is other people other than the people I can understand…
THERE was a time in Europe long ago
When no man died for freedom anywhere,
But England’s lion leaping from its lair
Laid hands on the oppressor! it was so
While England could a great Republic show.
Witness the men of Piedmont, chiefest care
Of Cromwell, when with impotent despair
The Pontiff in his painted portico
Trembled before our stern ambassadors.
How comes it then that from such high estate
We have thus fallen, save that Luxury
With barren merchandise piles up the gate
Where nobler thoughts and deeds should enter by:
Else might we still be Milton’s heritors.
Presentiment – is that long Shadow – on the Lawn –
Indicative that Suns go down –
The Notice to the startled Grass
That Darkness is about to pass –
*Admittedly, it’s highly unlikely that Ms. Dickinson while sitting alone upstairs staring out her pondering window penned this pensive poem about Daylight Savings Time; that being said, it’s time to throw open those curtains, spread sunshine on those foreboding winter-fouled floating dust mites of presentiments and drag those lagging Clocks for-ward and on-ward to-ward that Fresh Breath of presentiment-less and Carefree Air affectionately known as Spring, yo!**
**What’s with all the “yos” lately, yo?
the last is the first to know
that the first must needs be
the last to be let go
A lie told often enough becomes the truth. ~ Vladimir Lenin
In our country the lie has become not just a moral category but a pillar of the State. ~ Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
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It’s out there, the Truth about Trump.
It just takes time to untangle his international web of lies and deceit…
But it’s happening, this Untangling, despite Trump’s and and his stooges’ efforts to deny it and divert us from it, as is evidenced in Rachael Maddow’s mind-blowing report last night, as well as in The New Yorker piece we discussed here a couple of days ago, and of which Maddow refers to in the following video:
You know, in the past, regardless the president in power, it has always pretty much been a constant whine from all the many millions of gun lovers toting their many more millions of guns that their Second Amendment rights are under constant attack by a relentless blizzard of liberal, commie-shaped snowflakes… so their steady stream of bawling blather has always been received by me as nothing more than unintellig-ent/ible, self-flagellating noise.
But now, with our First Amendment rights under a for real attack by Trump and his pack of stooges, it pains me to have to assume that those same Second Amendment Peters who were constantly crying Wolf about losing their rights are now happily standing by, armed and ready, to support and even help facilitate our Wolf-in-Chief achieve his vicious autocratic goals.
I never could have believed, and still can’t, that we in the United States of America would ever have to be seriously concerned about seriously losing our First Amendment rights…
But, alas, here we are so very seriously concerned.
So concerned, in fact, that PEN America felt the need to publish an article entitled DEFENDING FREE EXPRESSION: A TOOLKIT FOR WRITERS AND READERS.
If you aren’t familiar with the freedom-defending organization, this is what PEN America is about:
PEN America stands at the intersection of literature and human rights to protect open expression in the United States and worldwide. We champion the freedom to write, recognizing the power of the word to transform the world. Our mission is to unite writers and their allies to celebrate creative expression and defend the liberties that make it possible.
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Here are some “bullet” points from the toolkit for our intellectual self-defense:
I’ve lost several fb friends and many followers here because of my relentless fixation on Trump’s autocratic aspirations and the similarities between his rise to power with Hitler’s.
I ain’t gonna lie to you — I’ve often in the past second-guessed myself and wondered if I, in fact, wasn’t just being too alarmist and snowflake-like in my regard for Trump and his rise to power like many have accused me of being.
But I stopped all that second-guessing and wondering long ago as the similarities in tactics between the two just keep getting more and more profound.
In a powerful, condemning, LARB essay, yet another Hitler historian, Ron Rosenbaum, comes out strong with the Trump/Hitler comparisons…
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I nominate so-called, our so-called president’s go-to word-choice* for put-downs, for this year’s “Best Word” award.
Did you catch his last usage of it?
The so-called angry crowds…
This guy, I tell ya…
If he weren’t already the president he should really consider being a cheesy reality TV star.
Anyway, speaking of put-downs…
Merriam-Webster deserves an award for throwing shade at Kelly Ann Whatshersame after she made that less-than-smart comment about what feminism is by sub-tweeting her with the actual definition of the word feminism.
Go Dictionary Nerds.
Word up, y’all.
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*Yes, all you Grammar Nerds, hyphenated words are considered one word.
I nominate this amazing New Yorker image for this year’s “Best Supporting Image” award.
I’m not certain if the article it is in support of is worthy to be nominated for this year’s “Best Article” award because I haven’t finished it yet because it’s so damn long it should have its own Executive Summary.
I mean, it’s so damn long it makes my recently published so-called “long” post look like a piddly ol’ Trump tweet.
Anyway, if you have the gusto, click on the image to read the article.
It’s hard to tell from the image, but the article is about Trump and Russian’s influence over him.
I wish I were smart enough to be able to claim this post’s eye/brain-catching headline as my own. But, alas, I cannot because I got it from this read-worthy #longread of an article written by John Feffer, a journalist and author who, with his read-worthy article, attempts to (in subtle sublimity) — and in my view does — make the case of why we should purchase his new near-future dystopian novel which spookily mirrors the current dystopic, Trumpian events of today, and who, Feffer, got it, the headline, from a friend on facebook in the form of a viral photo of a sign in front of bookstore in Boston.
A whole lotta fortuitous and fast-moving mechanics behind that headline up there, wouldn’t you agree?
To paraphrase/abuse a popular insurance company commercial from several years past that was trying to get us to fork over the beans for their coverage so we would be covered/prepared for any disastrous potentiality…
Colson Whitehead was born in 1969, and was raised in Manhattan. After graduating from Harvard College, he started working at the Village Voice, where he wrote reviews of television, books, and music… COLSONWHITEHEAD.COM
I began a quest a while back to understand how Indie Authors such as myself can leverage the seemingly incomprehensible (at least to an old dud like me) yet immensely popular messaging app called Snapchat.
To be honest, I gave up any hope of me ever using the app as part of my publishing platform right after giving it a very brief whirl of a befuddling go during the time I wrote the first post it.
However, I haven’t given up on trying to understand how it and other apps like it can help others promote their work, especially the younger Indie Authors who best fit the apps’ demographic. So, I’ve kept my eye open for anything relatively relative about it…
I was considering writing a satire post (i.e., FAKE Post!) with its premise being our so-called president writing it as a Guest Author.
As I was getting set to channel Trump for the writing, I got cold fingers, so to speak, from the damage the channeling might do to my so-called brain; so, I backed slowly away from the keyboard, thought about it for a minute, then made the decision to search around to see if anyone had already done something similar.
I’m happy to have lost my courage to allow my brain to think as a non-reading Trump would and I am awe at the courage author Dave Astor possesses and the risks he was willing to take to share his brain and blog with him, for his sacrifices have allowed us to enjoy this reblogged post of his.
If you’re a reader of such things as “books” that are written with more than 140 words and that may contain troubling brain hurdles such as nuance and non-linear plot and plotless constructs, then you must check out Mr. Astor’s witty and wise blog.
This blog will be different today, because Donald Trump demanded to write a guest piece. I told him he doesn’t read literature or know much about it, but he insisted. Anyway, things will go back to normal next week, but until then…herrrrrre’s the illegitimate president:
The Donald (me) doesn’t read novels, but I do read the backs of cereal boxes. Lots of back story, ya know?
Actually, I know a yuge amount about fiction. Not the literary kind — the “alternative facts” kind.
I can’t deal with The Wings of the Dove. Why didn’t Henry James write The Wings of the War Hawk? Sad.
The Red Badge of Courage? Stephen Crane — what a loser. Believe me, I showed more courage getting Vietnam War deferments for alleged bone spurs in my heels, even though I played a ton of sports at the time with no problem. They…
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As if today’s press conference wasn’t awkwardly terrifying enough with all its threats to our freedoms, Putin-puppet Trump takes a question from White House correspondent April Ryan, an African American female reporter and author, concerning the state of the inner cities and seems to assume that because she is Black she must be friends with the members of the Congressional Black Caucus. And, from this assumption he, in his typical tone deaf, entitled outlook toward reality, asks her to set up a meeting between him and the CBC as if she were a member of his staff.
No really… That actually happened.
Did I say “moderating?” I really should have said “censoring.”
I’ve made it known here how I am completely opposed to the moderation of comments.
And yes, I understand the need for moderation/censorship of comments if one is being stalked and feels threatened for whatever reason.
But if you manage a site like most the sites out there, including mine, then you probably aren’t getting enough comment responses to your posts to worry about having to moderate them.
I published my first “With Eloquence” post last month with an excerpt from a very eloquent speech delivered by Booker T. Washington as a response to what I see as society’s writ large degenerating verbal and written communication skills.
The post was also intended to be a lead in for me to set up for this month a Relating to Humans all-call for submissions celebrating African-American History Month similar to what I did for last year’s Women’s History Month.
Well, like the reason for so many of my productivity issues lately – I blame Trump for knocking me dizzy with all his scary and/or moronic autocratic antics. thereby making me lose my focus.
I’ve never read any of the Harry Potter books but I am now Rowling’s newest biggest fan as I watch in awe and admiration as she completely dominates Evil Trump and his Evil Trolls right on their home turf.
This is the video clip she refers to in the tweet:
Witness her twitter destruction for yourself here.
When it comes to physical pain, it’s purpose is hardly in question: It focuses us to where our immediate attention and action is required.
We accidentally rest our hand on a hot, stove top burner and, without our sense of pain, our hand, if it weren’t for our sense of smell, would become cooked well enough to serve up at the next meal.
We could laugh at this, but sadly and horrifically there are some who do not experience the sense of physical pain due to a rare condition known as congenital analgesia.
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