Category: Philosophy

June 13, 2016

“A Blurtso runs through it”

And as you circle from side to side, said Blurtso, feel that a river runs through you… that the tension in your muscles and bones are branches that dangle in the stream, lifting the water in silver spray… and you are the river… and branches, and spray, and grooves of the surface, and hidden currents beneath…

June 12, 2016

“Frank visits Concord” (V)

Crows are messengers of the dead? said Ditto. Yes, said Virginia, that’s what my uncle said. Dead humans or dead donkeys? said Ditto. Dead humans, said Virginia. Hmm, said Ditto, I wonder which animals are messengers of dead crows?

June 11, 2016

“Blurtso considers the most difficult task”

    People value tasks that are difficult to perform,
but they don’t value the most difficult task of all…
         to not value what other people value.

June 9, 2016

“Morton’s Pond” (IX)

“Tastes” – The grass that grows around last year’s leaves. The flowers. Today I ate a white flower that tasted like the yellow one I ate yesterday. Sometimes different flowers taste the same and sometimes they don’t. Sight and taste are not always connected.

June 8, 2016

“Morton’s Pond” (VIII)

“Tastes” – Grass. Flowers. Oh, and I think I accidentally ate a deer tick. But since I don’t know what a deer tick tastes like, I can’t be sure. I suppose you can’t be sure of what you’re eating until you can.

June 7, 2016

“Morton’s Pond” (VII)

“Sounds” – Birds. More birds. And the sound of the wind. I don’t know how something you can’t see can make so much sound.

June 5, 2016

“Frank visits Concord” (I)

Nevermore? Isn’t that a bit pessimistic?

June 1, 2016

“Morton’s Pond” (I)

Hello, said Pablo. Hello, said Morton. What are you doing at Walden Pond? I don’t know, said Morton. You don’t know? said Pablo. No, said Morton. Be careful you don’t get any deer ticks. Deer ticks? said Morton. Yes, said Pablo, spring is the season for deer ticks. Oh, said Morton. Where are the other students? said Pablo. Glouster is in Boston with the ducks at Longfellow bridge, Chelsea is at Emma Lou’s house, Frank is living in the Concord cemetery, and the moose just vanished. Do you have any plans for the summer? No, said Morton, I can’t figure out what to do since the semester ended. Maybe you should spend the summer here. Here? said Morton. Sure, said Pablo. What could I do here? said Morton. You could look at things, said Pablo, and listen to things, and write about what you see and hear. Really? said Morton. Sure, said Pablo, just like Thoreau. Who? said Morton. Henry David Thoreau, said Pablo, a man who didn’t know what to do after he graduated from college, so he moved to Walden and wrote about what he saw and heard. That doesn’t sound very interesting, said Morton. Actually, said Pablo, he became famous. Really? said Morton, just because he didn’t know what to do after college?