Wednesday, December 30, 2020

being mirrored in telic cohering of The Appeal

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
in itself?

Tuesday, December 15, 2020

being minds thinking newly

philo-Sophia: A stargazer might think that love beyond all reason is the insatiable curiosity that a black night sky coldly, Silently mirrors.

So, finding archetype mirrored in actual affection is a healthy modulation of enspirited appeal.

Such was evidenced in recent reading of new things by J. A. Gosetti-Ferencei (and some old things I regrettably missed).

Fun!, I had—more than she probably knows, given my burying of affectionate irreverance (premised on authentic engagement) in blog-al woods. But I was disappointed that she’s not really a Heidegger scholar—which is fine: My admir-
ation of her path isn’t dependent on her sense of Heidegger!: She shows bad faith reading, furthered in her recent book on existentialism (which I’ll discuss later). But her own, authentic pathmaking is a continuing pleasure to follow.

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

singularity of a life

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
or psychoanalyst.

Friday, September 4, 2020


This is part 13 of “soul of Self interest

“I love audacities of creative life, even if you don’t forever want philological wonders.”

So said Jacques to Hélène via my imagination.

No, because you’ll die in six years anyway. My grief must someday end.”

Thursday, September 3, 2020