so hard to endure –
warmth, light –
no protection –
only so much
a young child
something almost true
The spring –
as if there were
or fascist utopia –
all the bells
and good –
Obviously shame and guilt AFFIRM us… as organisms that CARE
(at the least about ‘how we are perceived or incorporated’)
or, it tires me out to be around ‘people’ but ‘people’ are what we get
or, “Hello, Adam” (Thalia Field, Personhood)
or, “I” am constructed by/in/with a context
or, what do “I” (does I’s) know?
or… and so on…
What does “care” stand for? Or represent? “Mean”?
~ a fine form of self-determination-destruction
Behold: “I” cares. “I” is ashamed and guilty. “I” loss, lose, be-wilder. (Can you?)
– Care as apparatus and negotiation. A “feeling-for” securing a sense. Places and times.
How does this fit? Be-long? Where when how what.
And so on.
NOW.HERE. (always – for humans, etc…?=ETCETERA – or beyond outpast = ellipses).
Sing again. Breath. Sound.
“Care” as negotiation.
– somewhere somethings laughing
“One day I want to write,” I say to myself, every day. This is one of those days. And also what it is to write.
“words are not a translation of something else that was there before they were” -Ludwig Wittgenstein- Homo Fictus “Even when the body goes to sleep,…Homo Fictus
Intriguing… I forget almost everything I write, thank you any others for finding it and letting me read it again.
And then there were two
yet before that no one
an organism of many
replete with fissures and gaps
traversed by muscle, nerve, synapse
(I often argue with words:
“two shall become one”)
It does not add up
and a unity has yet to be found
even in a singular
air is both inside and out
and language is still formed
And we tend to argue in words
with muscle, larynx, breath and tone
never terms alone
if there ever was just one
it is unknown now
our world is constitutive
that it holds together at all
(It is argued with words:
“One is the loneliest number”)
we’ll never experience that
even our grief and solitude
comes at the cost of others
left to one
and silenced to pieces
And then there were none
Billy Osogo The Covid-19 pandemic has greatly changed life as we knew it heretofore. With severe restrictions on movement imposed by most governments…ON WRITING
Even if—as per my last essay for Lit Hub—we know how to read, there remains the equally vexed question of what we should read. If the 21st century is…Will Self on What to Read: Canons to the Left, Canons to the Right, and Everything in Between