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, December 15, 2020
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.
-- gary e. davis -- 7:59 PM