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Author Archives: Justin
the impression that, in the age of expansion (1850’s – 1920’s) and the centuries before (17th), that science was inexorably tied to not only a calculated observation with measurements and made up numbers, but with drawing, philosophy, theosophy, architecture, music, … Continue reading
Yesterday I wrote and she wrote and thus we had a fantastic conversation via text about carrying heavy things, building stone walls, sheering sheep, meteor showers, backpacking, moral codes, empathy, getting jacked, and then we talked in person I played … Continue reading
Are you the sort who arrives at the party(?), finds the quiet and unseen corner by lilies and still water(?), befriends all the dogs and none of the people(?), oh and they have donkeys!!! Well, I’ll be fine then.
acquisition of goal does not attain There is an object sought after. The ‘hero’ reaches it by sheer power and excellence but cannot obtain it (because of his/her own flawed and purposeless means – aggressive means? maybe? even); He/She spirals … Continue reading
The suffocating blankets looming across an incredible stretch; as far as far; only yielding over some unimaginably distant world with a break – bathing gold and gleam touching down to some young things eyes and subsequent heart. Then these bags … Continue reading
“If she only knew about me: been on the mountains I’ve climbed, read the stories I’ve written, heard the music I composed, seen the shows I’ve played, experienced the parties/ritual happenings I’ve hosted, felt the rocks I’ve carried, watched the … Continue reading
Are persons ever “called” and they do not respond? I mean quite literally. The message is sent – and they ignore the magical invitation. These are the unglamorous moments left out from the histories of the secret societies.
Autumn is finally upon us. Rains; lightning even It seems like such a distance and trial to get away and into quiet, into the ‘primitive’ and natural world. But it is not far. Forest and mountains without people or reception … Continue reading
Did she come out to smoke to make eyes with you? Did she look at you from across dark bar rooms or open cafe courts for want and affection or because you had been looking her way yourself only for … Continue reading