Category Archives: Philosophy

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 →

Posted in Coronaverse, Language, Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

House Arrest 28 (Terza Rima Sonnet)

Posted on April 14, 2020 by sputterpub

My brother’s hypertensive and he’s out of pills. His doc retired and he needs to pick anew, but deadly flu’s about, retarding him. The stay-at-home impedes what it permits with stern pandemic press, and thoroughly prevents desired deeds like dental … Continue reading →

Posted in Coronaverse, Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

House Arrest 27 (Catena Rondo)

Posted on April 13, 2020 by sputterpub

We started as a glimmer in God’s eye. We hatched a relatively simple form abiding now, its case confined and warm, amid potential energy to fly. We hatched a relatively simple form – our larval stage was ravenous and rough, … Continue reading →

Posted in Coronaverse, Health, Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Happy Medium

Posted on April 10, 2020 by sputterpub

In 1963, I recollect receiving just four channels on TV. Three networks and a local would project the news. We watched it in the family or living room – we only owned one set. And when assassination slayed our course, … Continue reading →

Posted in Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

House Arrest 18 (Terza Rima)

Posted on April 4, 2020 by sputterpub

Alive, we haven’t yet abandoned hope, although we’re half-forsaken, leader-lost, and turning to the power in our soap, by media and propaganda tossed together toward a herd immunity, no matter what the economic cost, to venture in a future none … Continue reading →

Posted in Coronaverse, Health, Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

House Arrest 17 (Ottava Rima)

Posted on April 3, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s hard to be a fan of bureaucrats – we’ve made them rigid figures, comically. But now they’re stand-up heroes, on the mats of surreal contests, speaking honesty to power. Clerks and agents in white hats are damming up the … Continue reading →

Posted in Civics, Coronaverse, Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Committee for Unintended Consequences

Posted on April 3, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s obvious our species has evolved through paths of unintended consequence. We own a history of having solved some problems, met some challenges with sense, but then results go otherwise than planned. The car that moves us far: extinguished birds … Continue reading →

Posted in Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

House Arrest 13 (Ode Perverse)

Posted on March 30, 2020 by sputterpub

I check the weather forecast every day (a walker wants to know what gear to wear), and since the autumn fires, it’s my way to note pollution levels in the air. What I assumed was excellent was not; most midday … Continue reading →

Posted in Coronaverse, Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

House Arrest 12 (Rondine)

Posted on March 29, 2020 by sputterpub

We’re not dead yet, although we weren’t wise. We made our cities grow beyond control, created business body with no soul, threw airplanes packing virus in our skies. The pessimists exhibit no surprise; the cheerful try yet sighing to console … Continue reading →

Posted in Coronaverse, Health, Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Silver Lining Syndrome

Posted on March 25, 2020 by sputterpub

Just because you find a good in calamity doesn’t make a plan

Posted in Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment