Category Archives: Philosophy

The Forever Virus (HA 80 Chanso)

Posted on June 5, 2020 by sputterpub

Of course I don’t want anybody scared. My rhymes are never meant to channel grief. But if you have an urge to feel prepared, then watch for facts instead of hot belief. It may be vain to vest in a … Continue reading →

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Calibration of Happiness (HA 73)

Posted on May 29, 2020 by sputterpub

I worked for years with somebody so drab and dull, I wondered how her weekends went. For most the Monday lunches she would blab about her social life: how excellent that picnic felt; this party was a blast. But then … Continue reading →

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Heroes (HA 68 Bref Double)

Posted on May 24, 2020 by sputterpub

Lance Armstrong fell. Now Elon Musk proclaims his vain stupidity. Ambitious heroes tell us lies. Naive I barely understand. At 9 I told a lie to friends of hula hoop ability. They stared, denial in their eyes, but didn’t kick … Continue reading →

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Connectivity (HA 50 Rhyme Royal)

Posted on May 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Exposed by ten to some geography, I learned the names of land and water mass, and wondered why we numbered seven seas when all were clearly one. The kids in class had no complaint; I tried not to harass – … Continue reading →

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None Dare Call It (HA 49 Magic 9)

Posted on May 5, 2020 by sputterpub

My father warned about conspiracies when I, 13, attracted to the right, gave credence to dramatic theories. He told me members had to be more smart and able to keep secrets none can squeeze than any I or even he … Continue reading →

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Generations of Money (HA 46 Quintilla)

Posted on May 2, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young, a quarter bought a double bill of matinee. My parents’ recollections taught the value of a dime; I thought how “cents-able” back in their day. In time I wed; we sought a house. Our parents marveled … Continue reading →

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3 Rooms (HA 43 Dodekade)

Posted on April 29, 2020 by sputterpub

They built their place of hard-packed straw and thought it strong enough to serve their purposes – they saw sufficient room for stuff for sale, but didn’t see the flaw of flimsy hiding rough: Infectious waves will wash their room … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 40 (English Madrigal)

Posted on April 26, 2020 by sputterpub

We can’t foresee the shape of what comes next. Prognostication’s eye is blurred with strain. “It could be worse” is everyone’s refrain. For now we have the Internet and text, connections to assuage the social brain. We can’t foresee the … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 34 (English Madrigal)

Posted on April 20, 2020 by sputterpub

There’s no place safe on earth. There never was. Our culture stalled beneath complacency, the base too broad for continuity. Some thought we were protected by our laws, but they’re committee-built stupidity. There’s no place safe on earth. There never … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 33 (Self-Command)

Posted on April 19, 2020 by sputterpub

Two hundred years ago, an English book employed vocabulary obsolete these days, or rare at least – we seldom look askance, or box some ears, or take conceit to mean idea – I’m sure you understand. I came on this … Continue reading →

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