Tag: Mortality

Notes On Transhumanism – An Essay on Being

No one gets a grip on living. The uncanny fact of existence is elusive. This is, no doubt, due to the transitory nature of mankind. How well can existence register in a mere eighty years? Are there any mortals that can pluck the flower… Continue Reading “Notes On Transhumanism – An Essay on Being”

Plastic Rose – The Changing Nature of Memory

Isn’t it interesting or perhaps more fittingly alarming that we have precious few markers of passage? A letter is such a finite thing. Perhaps no more finite than a tweet but certainly more tangibly finite. Because the leaf, the bit of tree, it will… Continue Reading “Plastic Rose – The Changing Nature of Memory”

Rings – The Meditations of a Mortal

You. You there. Yes, you with the hair so like the leaves that autumn brings. Do you know why fall is my favorite season? It is not just the hint of chill in the air. It is because rings are made. Yes. I love… Continue Reading “Rings – The Meditations of a Mortal”

One More and One Less

  In any case the TL; DR version of this is every time you sit down to write or learn; you’re not only doing it one more time but also one less. Cause the Grim Reaper is standing right there, playing Yo-Yo, and sometimes… Continue Reading “One More and One Less”

Long Time (Poem)

Thirty minutes is a long time What if we don’t get another go around the sun Thirty minutes is a long time You had better learn to run Thirty minutes is a long time Divide it now by five Thirty minutes is a long… Continue Reading “Long Time (Poem)”

Typical (Poem)

Opened a book today A million men died in its pages A million widows wept, what can I say A typical account of typical ages A great river had promise To make the land rich They must never miss The chance to satisfy that… Continue Reading “Typical (Poem)”

TAP # 10 – Genussiness – Violin Yoga and Death

Don’t you dare skip my soulful karaoke session! Did you see that smug look! I thought I was being scholarly. There’s no such word as Genossischkheit as per my web query. Nonetheless I take poetic license and dub this Genussiness which is a word… Continue Reading “TAP # 10 – Genussiness – Violin Yoga and Death”

Dead Bunny – An Uncanny Memento Mori

“The sensibilities of the hunter and the poet…” (Consilience – The Arts and Their Interpretation, page 237. Knopf) I did feel a bit like I was hunting and that I had been successful. The universe, that vague thing we allude to when we want… Continue Reading “Dead Bunny – An Uncanny Memento Mori”

Crowded Souls

The feeling was headlong. It was like a vertical river rushing madly into some subterranean sea. That’s how I felt about the distance between her and I. It felt stupid. It was like I wanted to meld into the girl. The stupid stupid girl… Continue Reading “Crowded Souls”