Tag: philosophy
Dreams
One can escape realitythrough simple meansto keep one’s eyes closed, for exampleto ignore that is and pretendthat the cold surface felt is simply iced waternot an honest mirror.Close your eyes and sleep standing;slowly true slumber comesto those who refuse to seelike the one pretending to dream of a different realitythe dreams take over, takes one…
Confucius on <갯마을 차차차> (“Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha”)
13:23 Confucius said, “The superior man is conciliatory but does not identify himself with others; the inferior man identifies with others but is not conciliatory.” 1 The essence of this passage is that it is willingness to remain in harmony with others without sacrificing individuality makes a person better. The passage then says that when…
What is Art? — On starting out in Aesthetics, the Philosophy of Art
What is art? That is the main question of Aesthetics, the philosophy of art. Under this semantically simple inquiry are many others that are just as complex such as: Is art necessary? Why do we make art? Why are we drawn to art? What makes one artwork better than another? Is there such thing? What…

‘Blossom Away’ (2014)
Blossom away to wherever, that day I find burning leaves that never turn to ashes They sparkle like the ocean drawn by moon lit by sun I like them to be colder than bluest point alive Flowing away like the wind, liquefied I want to hold on to their edges, and draggedto, fro, away and…
Lying flat
As pain spreads from head to eyes to throat to through the neck and all within it to the lower back and lower muscles and lower and lower and lower still a prophet finds herself in the middle of the kitchen one hand on the cold floor, much colder than the dripping sweat dehydrating her…

Autumn whisper
Maybe we had once driven through a windy town to a rundown dinerWhere a song about sadness of a past time lingeredin happy notes over fruity tones from carelessly made coffeeI had hoped in this life you’d have more of those for me to see It is not that we ought to, but only that…

Projection
I am closing my eyes as the gentle up-and-down of this music carry me through the faint tangibility of my soul I’ve turned back to the music, the mysticism of art as my tears have now started to fall and I risk drowning in my nature I am silent, stuck and shaking, nervous as is…


