Pursuant to pursuit

We pursue community for continuity.

The posture

What better way to express doubt
than in the posture of certainty?

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On time

Time is the wind
made when what moves moves.

The refusal (Zapruder)

He [Whitman] "shall not let it"—that is, the lures of the world, the intoxication—distract him from his loafing, the refusal to be tempted out of idleness, from which all his great poetry emerges.

This refusal can be difficult to sustain, because of external and internal pressures.  Yet it is only through preserving somewhere, within oneself, a refusal to be "useful" in the ways the world expects, to be "functional" or "productive" or "responsible," that one prepares to be a poet.

Matthew Zapruder, Why Poetry

Not quite

The innate is not inevitable.

Ambition to say (Nietzsche)

It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what everyone else says in a whole book—what everyone else does not say in a whole book.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Everything

Everything is a set containing more than every thing.

"Discontinuity" & "In Ruins"

Rat's Ass Review is going to be publishing my poems Discontinuity and In Ruins. I'll post more details as I get them.

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A thing (Porchia)

Man is a thing children learn.  A childish thing.

Antonio Porchia

Not every

Not every insufficiency is a failure.

Still

You may not know what you're missing,
but you're still missing it.

If

If you're going to dream small,
then why dream at all?

Unabated (Ogden)

The internal conversation known as dreaming is no more an event limited to the hours of sleep than the existence of stars is limited to the hours of darkness. Stars become visible at night when their luminosity is no longer concealed by the glare of the sun. Similarly, the conversation with ourselves that in sleep we experience as dreaming continues unabated and undiluted in our waking life.

Thomas H. Ogden, Conversations on the Frontier of Dreaming

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Yet such is (Murdoch)

Absolute devotion of one human being to another is comparatively rare, yet such is the dazzling light of egoism in which each of us lives that when devotion fails us in some quarter where we have looked to find it we feel amazement, shocked surprise, that so great a value should not be an object of love.

Iris Murdoch, The Red and The Green

Regret

Regret everything or regret nothing.

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The argument

The argument that justice applies only to the finite is hard to refute.