Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Fists Explode

My fist explodes as it hits the table
My outrage cannot be expressed
It can only become
Shards of bone

I feel nothing
But the impact
The force of my mind

I crave a reciprocal explosion
A dual bridging of the solipsistic gulf
A simultaneous emotion
A devastating scream

Brutality will never be enough
Unless it becomes something else
Unless love can become
Unless I can become love

If prompted
I will explode
If goaded
I will crack

Nothing like magma
Only pain
Only joy
Only raw experience

I will flip my fucking shit

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I spend most of my time working as a mental health professional. I have been preoccupied with philosophy, politics, healing, and many other questions for the last 15 years or so. I am currently working on putting together my study of Plato and Aristotle with contemporary work in philosophy, psychology, psychotherapy, and trauma research. I use this place primarily as a workshop for ideas. I welcome conversation with anyone working on similar problems. The major contours of my basic project have been outlined here

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