it started on the edge of reason when there is in fact no reasonableness in the purity of reason: only destruction

A Christmas Childhood by Patrick Kavanagh Solitude Isolation memories as then is today with more comes more

One side of the potato-pits was white with frost –patrick kavanagh
How wonderful that was, how wonderful!
And when we put our ears to the paling-post
The music that came out was magical. Continue reading “A Christmas Childhood by Patrick Kavanagh-Solitude-Isolation-Memories as then is today:with more comes more”

Passive suicide engineered by the pleasure principle BODIES BY JOSIE LONG BBC4



The pleasure principle (if you want to know more follow the link) is a notion aka theory not practical which was executed by Freud borrowed by him from Fechner. It’s a grand theory of Continue reading “Passive suicide engineered by the pleasure principle BODIES BY JOSIE LONG BBC4”

Mirror in February

The day dawns with scent of must and rain,
Of opened soil, dark trees, dry bedroom air.
Under the fading lamp, half dressed – my brain
Idling on some compulsive fantasy-
I towel my shaven jaw and stop, and stare,
Riveted by a dark exhausted eye,
A dry downturning mouth.

It seems again that it is time to learn,
To which, for the time being, I return.
In this untiring, crumbling place of growth
Now plainly in the mirror of my soul
I read that I have looked my last on youth
And little more; for they are not made whole
That reach the age of Christ.

Below my window the awakening trees,
Hacked clean for better bearing, stand defaced
Suffering their brute necessities,
And how should the flesh not quail that span for span
Is mutilated more? In slow distaste
I fold my towel with what grace I can,
Not young and not renewable, but man.

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