Category Archives: Philosophy

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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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Silver Lining Syndrome

Posted on March 25, 2020 by sputterpub

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

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House Arrest 3 (Civilization)

Posted on March 20, 2020 by sputterpub

It really shouldn’t come as a surprise that spreading illness is the biggest threat to us. Creating cities any size repressed the wise and let our breed forget direction, stars, and close geography, the good and bad of plants, the … Continue reading →

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Will to Live?

Posted on March 13, 2020 by sputterpub

“You never know,” my brother said to us at least a dozen times. “Folks everywhere assert they’d die without a lot of fuss, preferring end instead of endless care, eschewing tubes and dreading loss of mind, but something kicks in … Continue reading →

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Unraised

Posted on March 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Nostalgia’s mostly dangerous and bent, infecting memory with fantasy, and modifying fact until what’s meant as scarlet takes on tones of burgundy. So childhood’s remembered as a state that was or should have been replete with glee, and parents subsidize; … Continue reading →

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