Wednesday, December 30, 2020
I write things, then forget their there
because I’m drawn toward writing the next
thing. I forget, then happen by, being
amazed!: I did that?
From altitude, the tropography is simply clear,
having a curious prettiness. Who’d surmise
a mode’s emerging tropology intimates a beauty
of tropogeny through awed praise?
Dear Appealing, what’s the singularity
of sourcing so cohering, having no name
for all the centripetality flowering
-- gary e. davis -- 6:52 PM
Tuesday, September 8, 2020
This is part 1 of—prefacing—“soul of Self interest”
Normally for me, I don’t use ‘soul’, except relative to others’ use; but I’m fascinated by common appeal of that sense of Self (which is what “soul” is), which is of course historically rich.
I’m fascinated like an ethnographer might be fascinated—or a philologist
-- gary e. davis -- 1:39 PM
Friday, September 4, 2020
Thursday, September 3, 2020
Friday, August 28, 2020
Life is life, so only tropical tangibles remain at death: words worth retaining about being in Time?
Events go by.
We may strive to be good neighbors, but we remain mostly unknown.
Little dramas of lifeworldliness frame ordinary pretense, causing my want
of solitude nearly every day.
Besides, Self interest is intrinsically worthwhile for creative kinds of enjoyment: self-differentiations, idealisms valued as such.
-- gary e. davis -- 2:32 PM