Category Archives: Philosophy

Fans

Posted on July 29, 2019 by sputterpub

I love two people into watching sports. I can’t assert I understand the draw. Enthusiasm they insist supports their teams – it matters – but I never saw the evidence, and when I’m in the zone (not often or heroic, … Continue reading →

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Arborism

Posted on July 25, 2019 by sputterpub

While classic symbolism’s long been held for art produced in oil, words, and notes, I saw, I read, I heard and I rebelled. I argued only ignorance devotes itself to elementary attitude, like woman is the moon and man the … Continue reading →

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The Genie’s Joke

Posted on July 18, 2019 by sputterpub

I thought I’d wish for wealth. But I soon learned no matter what I saved or spent, or how invested, I’d forego the power earned from earning, obligated to endow. Then specifying leisure time instead, I planned to take the … Continue reading →

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Silver Lining

Posted on July 15, 2019 by sputterpub

Of course nobody wants catastrophe. For all the drama, everyone invokes affection, peace, domestic harmony, sufficient stimulation. Someone jokes about the time to study jail affords: the space to write a novel in your cell, the limits in the yard … Continue reading →

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Missing

Posted on July 11, 2019 by sputterpub

I lost a friend two years ago. She died alone, unwell: unwelcome news that stunned us all, although we know how she defied most critical advice. Conditions gunned for her at last: a metabolic bomb. She never cared enough to … Continue reading →

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Don’t Stop Now

Posted on July 3, 2019 by sputterpub

When you were 12 years old, your father quit his job, his engineering work, his life in many ways. He took to home, to sit and view a hundred channels with his wife. He never more felt vigorous or well … Continue reading →

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In Memoriam

Posted on July 2, 2019 by sputterpub

You died. And now traits you had that drove me crazy are what I miss most.

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To 43

Posted on June 24, 2019 by sputterpub

My 30-something son is sick again. From flu or spoiled food he’s feeling sore. His wife is ailing too, but most the men we care about appear to suffer more. She asked me was he like this as a child? … Continue reading →

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If I Were Dead

Posted on June 20, 2019 by sputterpub

If I were dead, it wouldn’t be that odd. I’ve almost lived three score and ten right now. I’m old enough to meet whatever God arranged to follow life, of what and how and never why. I wouldn’t be that … Continue reading →

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Mid-Day Commute

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sputterpub

I walked to Rockridge BART the long way round, and bought two bags of apricots en route. I shopped for salad and I also found some time for body lotion. Armed with fruit and cream and greens, I caught a … Continue reading →

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