One dictator is about like another. The proponents of fascism and communism may insist (rightly) that their doctrines come from different, even largely opposite ideological foundations. But they have one gigantic thing in common with each other, and with many other crusades ancient and modern: they both believe (fervently) that the ends justify the means. This belief is the deal breaker for both, and for so many ongoing crusades. Because the core of the movement is an i

Compressed into helpless dust by video screens and sound, I wanted to close my eyes, surrounded by breathing trees, Unlimited air, the close companions of leaf and wood Are standing beside me, watching silently where they stood. But papers and screens surround me firmly and loudly tease While silicon archons blast their dominance, coldly crowned. A being imprisoned by the jaws of the phosphor grains, Still working to keep afloat, and swimming against the stream, And longing

On the fine and precious art of being.

Zinnias want to grow Along the edge of sidewalk, No one invited them They came. And now we will not mow Quite up to where they march Our tall and colorful guests They are. And cautious little primrose Slip tentative between walk and wall As if to ask for permission To thrive. What is cement after all But a different sort of garden Humans suggest a plan, But the plants decide.

Look at all the people in history Who ever gained a reputation For wisdom. Solomon, Confucius, Socrates, Plato, Buddha, and more, Each one made a point to warn us Of how little we know, and how much we do not and cannot know. Each one was careful to remind us Of how much they themselves did not know. Now look at all the people in history Who have boasted of their own great knowledge, Who have insisted that they had no need to learn from others, Because they knew everything -

Vain as an owl, wry as crane, Wise as a goose, the eagle flies Miles overhead, and weakly smiles. Proud in its feathers, crying aloud Hollow inside, with no compass to follow Ruling in circles, hunting and fooling, Bird-brained and loud; a fool, in a word, Squandering freedom on noisy wandering, Winked, as its innards went slowly extinct.

John Linnell: The words I’m singing now mean nothing more than meow to an animal.

By nine one means none,

Never notice numerical ruminations, the newest misfiring of multiplicity in moonlit moods.

Why is art so important? Why is market capitalism not enough to govern a society? Why should I have to pay taxes for publicly-funded art, or for university art departments?

A single pole double throw switch is an electrical component that can connect current from one input to either of two possible outputs; for example, the switch that reverses the direction of a ceiling fan.

Drifting sadly through the void, the stars grimly contemplate their imposed journey. Empty of signposts, phenomena, or other sources of interest, they find it is yet badly cluttered with quantum dust bunnies and supernova shrapnel. Those brave nuclear reactor chambers bundled up in gravity-bound plasma trudge wearily on through the mess of quantum froth, all the while blasting rays and particles everywhere into the blackness. As they grunt, roll, and spiral onward in a cl

Monitors of measly meaning, The words of wonder lie moribund at the bottom of mind. What wonder there may happen to hold in the hold Of...

I am an artist. I am here to close the sad rift between "should" and "is" By changing what "is".

I never filled the cup of quiet, Never drained the tub of dread, Never failed to pay my fear, I never saw the chance instead. I never...

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This is where to start. You don't have to "get it". That's not where to start. Where to start is not where to start finishing....