My words that are idiot contracts written to the music of escape.
Meditation on Hope
We sit and pretend we are terminally ill. We breathe calmly. What is hope? What do we make of the bonmot that 'hope dies last' if we are lost in a desert without the prospect of water? And isn't the human condition hopeless 'in the end', if we presuppose a rough understanding of hope as ...
Op de valreep
Wat is dat toch lieve mensen, ons energieniveau? De ene dag slaap je door je ochtenderectie heen en lig je tot het middaguur in je nest, de volgende morgen spring je klaarwakker je bed uit onder de koude douche om de ambitieuze plannen voor de nieuwe dag door te lopen. Ik breng dit vaag en ...
Meditation on Time
Let's take some five second breaths to begin. Maybe even a ten second breath. We will breathe a finite number of breaths in our lifetime and it is less than one billion. Being aware of this fact is supposed to make us value every single one. We understand the present moment as the nexus of ...
Lekker zomers masochisme
COL Zomers masochisme Er is een tijd om te ijveren, en er is een tijd voor nostalgie. Vorige week mijmerde ik over een poëzieboekje dat ik enkele jaren geleden tijdens ons verblijf in Portugal schreef. Ik herinner me dat ik bij alle tweeënzeventig verzen het gevoel had dat het dingen betrof die gezegd moesten worden. ...
Meditation on Happiness
We begin with music. It is our intention to influence our own happiness. Breathe calmly. Imagine you have full control over your hormonal levels and neurotransmitters, especially oxytocin and dopamine. Would you keep them at a constant, optimal level so you can experience the most happiness that is physiologically possible. A standard response to that ...
Reading: Fatherland by Mansur Rajih
Mansur Rajih (b. 1958) is a Norwegian poet and human rights activist with Yemeni roots. I found this translation of one of his poems online: Fatherland Do not despair, my friend: The light that shines on our land will remain chaste. We still have time. Maybe next year, the year after- it will be enough. ...
Meditation on the sacred
May we think about the sacred without informing ourselves as thoroughly as possible about our species' rich religious traditions? Isn't our meditation predestined to be a desecration, a profanity, no matter what we might arrive at? Philosophical contemplation of the sacred seems to be implicitly critical of the religious authority that decrees what is sacred ...
Music
I am sitting in a convenient store my coffee is getting cold the word triumvirate pops up it's a word that doesn't belong here yet, it snaps into its place: what is real is what is the case suddenly, I wanna be crazy old the laughing belly of our truth and I wanna be profoundly ...