Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Worse Words

Shall I draw pretty lines in the sand?
Convince myself
Know for myself the distinctions
Eat it all up just for fun

Or should I work hard
For something like ink or blood
A more permanent expression
That will save me from that end

The one I feel myself waiting for
The one I feel myself forgetting to wait for
The one that doesn't mean anything
Because it will be the only time
That I'll be free from meaning

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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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