Which results in, living nowhere. I have been that way ever since moving to Minnesota, and in important ways before that – from premature birth to stuttering to family troubles even before Fred left and Granpa died and Mom retreated, all of which went into shaping the apocalypse that was Minnesota, itself a process over … More This isn’t my world. I don’t want to live here. I refuse living here.
But it’s an open question What could I do? My capacities in the world, and in myself What should I do? What will I do
Be of good cheer, is still what comes to the surface first Be of good cheer Prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet From the mother onward – from your first glimpse of yourself reflected in your parents eyes – and even more, your own love for your parents’ faces, and your … More Which still just asks me, What will I choose FOR?
Been there, done that I’ve been living the truth of the moment long enough that it’s become mundane – who gives a shit Is that all there is, my friend?
A description of a fictionalized, or rather third-person, scholar/writer/intellectual’s actual physical studies/offices, and how they worked and what they meant to him – and of the intellectual studies that he conceived in those places, both completed works and current work in progress, and germ-ideas for future books or projects
Subtitle from Its a Wonderful Life on some random streaming service And it increasingly feels as if the subtitles are generated by AI – possibly not just transliterating the spoken words, but something closer to translating them, with meaning derived in part from the context in the film overall: Like, George’s weakly reassuring “Nothing’s wrong” … More “The Boy is Everywhere Now”
Maybe foxes said We do not do it that way – we are not savages, at which point they separated from those other dogs
Steven Pavlos Holmes, Ph.D. 