Friday, August 28, 2020

happy solitude

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.

Friday, August 21, 2020

years go by

I’m starting a section of the “being in Time” Area of titled “days go by,” which is a rubric of resignation and understated sense of uncanniness. But the section itself will be largely short posting-like reactions to news of whatever week I feel like reacting to. It won’t be about capturing our historicality
(I expect).

I note that here because an interesting result of searching my blogs, years past, for the phrase ‘days go by’ turns up numerous postings—mostly not titled “days go by,” but most related to this blog, though not all from this blog. (I got tired of the rubric, for the most part, after 2011.) 

It all shows a sense of Self interest that is creatively oriented, rather than egoistic. This is useful for the “summer constellation” project. They can be made into an interesting confessional sequence.