There Are Good Poets and Not So Good Poets
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
— Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)
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There Are Good Poets and Not So Good Poets
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
— Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)
The titled responsion doesn't focus on Good versus Evil, bad actors play their part willingly or unwillingly, and the deterministic underpinning is punctuated by the potential of our individual action potentials at large.
Rather than casting individuals as inherently good or evil, this perspective recognizes that all individuals are capable of both positive and negative actions and that the choices we make are often shaped by complex and intersecting factors.
Whether acting willingly or unwillingly, individuals are influenced by a range of internal and external factors that shape their behaviour and decision-making. From personal beliefs and values to larger societal and cultural norms, these factors create a complex and often deterministic framework that underpins human behaviour.
However, even within this deterministic framework, individuals possess a unique and powerful capacity for individual action potentials. Whether through conscious choice or unconscious impulses, these potentials allow individuals to exert agency and make decisions that shape their lives and the world around them.
From a Platonic perspective, this capacity for individual action potentials is a central feature of human nature, providing individuals with the tools they need to navigate the complex and the often uncertain world around them. While the deterministic underpinnings of human behaviour may be pervasive, the potential for individual agency and action reminds us of the power and possibility of the human spirit, even in the face of adversity and uncertainty.
Categorically speaking, the necessity of assigning categories is manifest in the associations we sever, the meetings we disregard, and the defiance that we disseminate. This disruptive responsion to the status quo and limitations that we regard as limiting define our awareness, and our relationship to which define our identity. Others may not share this view, that's what marketing is for! Now you have to ask yourself, "Is anyone buying what I am selling?" Your rhetoric may be far less convincing than you may imagine. Think again my friend, the polishing revival of many versions is a mode of social and self-improvement.
Just Add Alcohol
Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.
— Samuel Beckett (1906-1989)
The titled responsion is surrendering to the wisdom that is Samuel Beckett, besides who doesn't enjoy a good party, just remember tomorrow is just another day.
For those that advance the Zeno-inspired, "tomorrow never comes" mentality, I am here to say, yes, tomorrow is always suspended in the future, but the consequence of tomorrow's present is a gift worth remembering. Playing with the tense nature of our language is clever at best. For me, James Joyce was a master!
While this philosophy can be empowering, it is important to remember that the consequences of tomorrow's present are just as important as the present itself. Every action we take today has the potential to shape our future, and the choices we make can have a lasting impact on our lives and the lives of those around us.
In playing with the tense nature of our language, we are reminded of the complex and interwoven relationship between past, present, and future. While we may be tempted to focus solely on the present moment, it is essential that we recognize the importance of the past and the potential of the future in shaping our lives.
James Joyce was a master of this tense interplay, using language to explore the complexities of human experience and the intricate relationship between time and memory. By embracing this complexity and recognizing the importance of both the present and the future, we can live our lives with intention and purpose, striving to create a better world for ourselves and those around us.
Bye Bye mon Cowboy
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
— Douglas Adams (1952-2001)
The titled responsion is a reference to Mitsou in title only, like the whooshing sound she makes she was my one-hit-wonder like no other.
Mitsou, a popstar of old, her music shimmered, and it shone like gold, her voice, a melody, pure and true, one that could lift the spirits of me and you.
"Bye Bye mon Cowboy" was her song, A masterpiece that would last long, its beats and rhythms, a sound so bright, that it would fill you with sheer delight.
As one listens to her "Deadlines", the sound of whooshing fills the mind, a reminder of her great songs and tales, that have left an indelible mark that prevails.
Mitsou's voice, like a nightingale's song, would lift the spirits and right the wrongs, her music, was like a balm to the soul, a healing touch that could make us whole.
So, let the whooshing of her "Deadlines" be, a reminder of the magic that Mitsou could weave, her music, a gift that would forever remain, a legacy of sound that would forever sustain.
Another "deadlines" heuristic that I will probably butcher is the killing of Archimedes. During the invasion of his precious Syracuse, his Roman death blow spilled his blood into the sandbox of mathematical imagining.
In Syracuse, a genius once dwelled, whose mind, like a universe, had swelled, Archimedes, the great mathematician, whose thoughts had sparked a grand tradition.
Yet, his end was one of pain and gore, as the Romans marched through the door, their death blow struck him in the fray, and his blood spilled in the sand that day.
The sandbox of his imagination was now stained with blood and desecration, yet, even in death, his legacy thrived, as his ideas and thoughts still survived.
For though his body may have been slain, his legacy continued to sustain, a gift of knowledge and wisdom true, that would inspire generations anew.
So, let us remember Archimedes well, and the sandbox where his ideas did dwell, for even in death, his spirit lives on, in the hearts and minds of those he has drawn.
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