The charlatan

The charlatan is the one who has no tricks at his disposal, who lacks additional means and methods.

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Read

Read one of my poems to know.
Read all of my poems to become.

One must evaluate

One must evaluate the possibility of the impossibility.

The only way

The only way to finish is to begin again.

Of hell & heaven

Hell is being stuck; heaven, release.

Robots

Of course the same people who work so hard to arrange their lives to live as much like robots as possible would utilize AI as the last link in the chain of unfreedom.

A singular model

We build a singular model from multiplicity, with selective attention and partial understanding.

When it comes

Language comes, when it comes, just when we need it, just where we lack it.

Also a quality

A paucity of mindfulness, too, is a quality of mind.

The enemy

Is loyalty the enemy of variety?

Badly

A circle is unbroken, but circular reasoning is badly broken.

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No one's fault

It's no one's fault that everyone's at fault.

For most

We want to leave a mark upon the world. For most, it is a scar.

To everyone else

We are all co-created fictions to everyone else.

Everything

Everything is intelligible, even unintelligibility.

An evil act

To care for an evil individual is an evil act.

Who invented

Who invented the ability to invent?

Now I want to

I used to want to dream more like a film. Now I want to dream more like a poem.

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Your limitations

Your limitations are not my boundaries.

How hard one must work

How hard one must work to inhabit oneself!

With every choice

With every choice, we risk invalidating ourselves.

At the expense of

We attend what is there at the expense of what is not there. How can we ever atone for that?

Real enough

Real enough is real whether it is real or not.

Everyone

Everyone underestimates their ability to overestimate their ability.

On consciousness

Consciousness is to timing as mind is to time.

What is more moving

What is more moving than a display of the inessential, than silliness, than carelessness, than a willful disregard for the demands of coherence, of continuity?

Even the agony

To assuage our need to be seen, we will endure even the agony of attention.

Long after

We remember the wound long after the occasion of wounding.

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Some fear

Some fear the end of the world. Others, the beginning of the next.

Fear is always

Fear is always running in the background.

More

More can not happen than can happen.

Which?

Which, though, is more illusory, the world we imagine or the world we see?

A pretense

Interpretation is always a pretense to comprehension, always contingent, never sufficient.

To think

To think euphoniously is to think euphorically.

Everything

Everything someone does, someone negates.

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Difference

Knowledge is accrued; understanding, assembled.

I am the part

I am the part of myself that sees that I am divided into parts.

Inappropriate

It is not appropriate to always be, or care about being, appropriate.

The organism

Never take the organism out of the organization.

More horrifying

The only thing more horrifying than ten people saying the same thing in the same way using the same words is a hundred.

On ritual

Life relies on ritual to close what resists opening.

Confrontation

Confrontation, not consolation. Or, confrontation as consolation.

The aphorism

The aphorism is the worm in the poem-apple. That's not the condemnation you take it for.

The remix

All appropriation is reappropriation. The remix is everything.

Oligarchs

Oligarchs, by definition, should be targets.

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Now

Now is now, but it has always been now.

What's hard

Stopping isn't hard. It's quieting the desire to continue that's hard.

Be the quickener

Be the quickener, but not too quick.

Triumvirate

Science, philosophy, poetry: me, myself, and I.

Where?

If nothing resisted me, where, in what not-me, would I reside?

Too simple

Complexity may be too simple a model to capture the Entirety.

On hell

Hell would be a universe without process, and yet fools call that heaven.

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On contradiction

Contradiction is as fundamental a force in the universe as entropy or inertia.

On consciousness

Consciousness is crisis.

A great comfort

Realizing everything is impossible can be a great comfort.

A loss of continuity

Death is a loss of continuity.

Discernment

If beauty and ugliness are shallow, how can discernment run deep?

I have, I assume

I have, I assume, given everyone enough to criticize, enough to condemn.

I could never

I could never respect anyone who demanded it.

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Not mine

Attachments to this world are not mine to discard.

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