Tag: Emotion

  • 385: Sally in the Winter

    I was discovering the advantages and obstacles of increased perception. From posting my meditations high above instead of among the boulevards of twisted metal and scrap industry dreams of the old coughing steel-city. A town that flirts with change like single romantics who give twice as little as consume, and so edge forward in a […]

  • 373

    Once in a while expose your bones to cold weather, and take with a break-away suddenness, a walk into the Winter morning to exhilarate your torpid nerves before you perpend yourself out of the experience. Let lead for once the thrill of sensation. The speed of touch and affect over bracing. Bracing means a gap […]

  • 314

    It’s a Sunday afternoon you could be, and apparently should be doing something outside and more agreeable and instead the day is carrying on without your involvement this time because it’s been too many since you’ve been able to open your book. You’ve been busy. All week in fact and probably actually for longer than […]

  • 292

    A common and avoidable misery of our times is in perceiving always a need for a new start or clean slate, and having opportunity for it.

  • 285

    There was a time, when I allowed feeling to guide my actions in life. And that really is all that I can say about that time.

  • 276

    It is not the referent, nor so much the reference, but the vehicle by which you arrived at your reference.

  • 265

    I do not believe in events of pure tranquility; a state of freedom from emotional tremor and suspense. No, I do not believe our burdens bear endurance to dissolution. If there are joys, they are but survived given; withholding perishes them with would cling. Will troubles. They are to be worn, long as can be […]

  • 242: Somewhere vivid

    What if we approached our own present emotional state, as though it were not our own, – keeping a distance and uninvolved? Like one would to discover explanations of emotion alone, a purely fact driven observer. Removed of self or notions of reference and relativity; without a re-configurative immersion. How then might we act on […]

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    Ruminations undid you, not that upon which you ruminate.

  • 155

    What brings this burgeoning tumult of rapturous insight, the unknowable depths of which into it appears I have not so much fallen as leapt? Like a heretic sentry from his all-seeing, overlooking formation suddenly shot alive with option of startling contrary, and broken the spell of the deepest convictions of his identity; neither with the […]