i remains an obstinate candle of ignoramy implacably opposed to the insult of placards and canards of a slickly contented materialism, mother of tears and trials and praises to Mammon. i remains absurdly inordimate and never enamored of numb proclamations of profiteers and pirates, a pure pier of paper against electronics, a filmy fen of flesh against future fossils frank and convinced of colors and collages of colleges incarnate and knowledge in confidences. i create because

A concept has been growing in the world Of educational philosophy Across the last few decades, so it seems. The thought is not explicit,...

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Today I can be grateful for one thing: My life, my world, my hopes were never built On taking the goodness of human nature for granted....

Almost is an odd word. What does it even mean? I almost got in a car accident today. I almost overslept. I almost bought the DVD...

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[. This is my punishment for being away too long: AI suggestions for post topics now appear, and I quote: Tackling Dimensions Embracing Worms in Language Emotion in Language Thus. I shall be doing none of those things. .] Long-awaited twinkling from the deepest stars, The Third Population, shining fitfully into pre-archaic expanses, Greets us in their own inconceivably distant future. Be shone upon, you latter-day beings! You saints, you fiends, you mindless objec

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Within austerity before infinity Some see sweetness in art which achieves balance without symmetry innocently. Maybe. Y et symmetry...

There is all the difference in the world Between inspiring emotion And manipulating emotions. There is all the difference in the world Between motivating people And controlling people There is all the difference in the world Between grabbing a person by the earlobe and telling them how to feel And Art. Greed never creates; it only ever destroys.

If you can do something about it, Great. If you know anything you can do to change a bad situation and make it better, wonderful!...

Around and around and around and around, Over, Under, and Through. These are the words of Grover, and it is our proposition that they carry a good deal of weight. It is a grave error, graver than most, to try to jump too quickly to Understanding. Also rather dangerous. Bad ankle fractures are a serious possibility When one tries to jump to under standing. Better to absorb first. Listen first. Hear first. Receive data before imposing your pair of dimes onto the world. Exp

[ This is a poem of yet-unknown substance, but shortly its content will show forth its glory. It may become needful to read to the...

[This is a poem about a running string.] [This is a comment explaining that the above comment is explaining the poem] What is the running string and what are its ties? Stretching both forward and backward Farther in any direction than anyone can see The running string, just a little bit slack Fuzzy but unfrayed, a trailing braid, Connecting the unknown to the unseen. To pluck, to twitch, to twang the running string Is to tug on the ties of infinite past and infinite future. I

Intertextualism Validative Probativity Commensurality Blueism Graftatorial Synergism Quasi-hemideterminism Multivalence Hermeneuticalism...

[A rant. Skip this if you can't bear the content of a rant about cant, or are too busy just now to defend sacred cows. There will...

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A squirrel, a whirl, folded paper twirling Silent across the blackness through the chill air Flying, Flying, Flying Past the crystal sparkles of piercing stars Over trees, over mountains, over moons A new satellite like lightning draws ineffable souls to itself. Upward, up word, open but weird, Folded weird, flying twirling, chilling, willing, Into the sky.

When a checkered bird sings, all the red and black squares Jostle for the crowns that every square aspires to. When a checkered bird...