During the quarantine, a poet, essayist and aphorist returns to the aphorism, the “sushi of literature”.
If life has put you on parole, it is best to proceed with extra caution.
Art for art’s sake is a dead end; Art for the sake of the heart is the way out.
A note for public scolding and angry activists: good intentions are often lost in saliva.
The difference between success and failure, health and illness, even life and death – in critical circumstances – is a matter of perseverance and sacrifice.
Living carelessly while still in danger is a disaster in court.
Nietzsche revised: We have art so that we don’t perish U.NTruth.
For the humble mind, criticism is a cause for self-contemplation.
Conversation: an encounter between everything we know and what we will discover.
As a connoisseur of the abyss, Samuel Beckett offers us strange consolation. First, he confirms our worst suspicions about life – the absurdity and Nothing that shows through everything– Then he offers the bitter relief of cackling everything and saying: “Nothing is funnier than bad luck.” We are Becket in the extreme.
As a profession, building sets is just as honorable as building houses – if we and others can live in them.
What is Not a command prompt?
Writing is a kind of echo to discover our tribe.
A measure of a person’s intelligence (and interest) is their level of comfort when living with mystery.
Spiritual immaturity asks: Are we already there?
Aphorisms are the sushi of literature.
Bookshelves are cemeteries where we visit our former loved ones.
Poetry is what happens to prose at the boiling point.
Silence is sometimes the benevolent answer.
As well as a certain lust for material wealth, there is also a spiritual greed for gnosis.
Spiritually speaking, a sense of independence is a form of arrogance.
Even the ritual of mindfully turning on our computer every morning can be a form of prayer.
The intervals between the revelations are provided to help the prophets catch their breath.
Human ideal: poet’s heart, philosopher’s mind and mystical soul.
The penalty for avoiding suffering is superficiality; The reward for accepting it is spirituality.
Expanse: our only way out of this narrow-minded mess. . .
Brooding– –when birds are ready to sit on their eggs and incubate them while they sacrifice most other activities, including feeding and drinking– is A fitting metaphor for the dedication, patience, and care that creatives need before they come up with a new idea.
Chapbook: A full-length book that got impatient.
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