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The Rock (not the muscle-headed Hollywood Rock who doesn’t perform his own stunts but looks hard like he does) in T.S. Eliot’s play explains, The lot of man is ceaseless labour,Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder,Or irregular labour, which is not pleasant. Now assuming idle here isn’t a play on idol—which, with a lit-crit [...]
…“THE DEATH OF LOVE OF ANYTHING…”written on the front of a cute girl's t-shirt.I hate people who wear sloganed t-shirtsas if it speaks volumes about their “life philosophy.”The kind of people who might say“I went to the University of Life” but work in an office.You cannot experience the death of anything you live beyond | [...]
The above pic is not from Yeongsil Trail, but Donnaeko Trail, which is connected. The pic captures a hazy view of Seogwipo, the 2nd, other, southern city of Jeju. Donnaeko is, for roughly 6km a steep path, sheltered by dark umbrage most of the way—you suddenly come out of the trial & are met with [...]
The 4th poem from my long narrative poem Yoon Yong. (If you go to 'Korea Poems' in the menu, you can find the first 3.) I still keep looking over these, thinking they should be read in a book, but I have yet to take action toward this, I still haven't quite remedied with myself [...]
Nietzsche concludes book III (268-275) of The Gay Science by posing 8 questions to himself & answering them. I found, answering them as if they were philosophically incentivized Rorschach blotches, quite revealing. I prepared this post yesterday, it was my father's birthday, so I sent him the questions to answer, to find out something about [...]
3rd poem by my long, narrative poem Yoon Yong. You can find the other II poems under the heading Korea Poems if you want to catch up. Midflight digression II: Foucault & sexuality (8:23 a.m.) …“To paraphrase Foucault…” my English teacher lived in Bordeaux & Paris for a time | he never shut up about [...]
Last night, i went with a friend to the beach. The few squid boats that sailed out were returning early, around 8ish. We'd found a low bench outside the perimeters of society's light & with a bottle of soju, a box of kimchi & veggie pancake, talked our tired into something productive & admired the [...]
(There are probably a lot more i could have talked about, some of it left out purposely, some not. i want these piece to be, ideally, between 500-1000 words, i failed this time, but i am trying. i want them to be diving off points for extended dialogue with those interested. It is odd though [...]
If you aren't Absurd yet, then get to it, it'll put everything in perspective. Thomas Nagel writes on this here, worth a read. Of course, the most well known exposition on the Absurd, is Camus in The Myth of Sisyphus, which really is a text that alters you. ∞ It’s sobering | to slink down [...]
∞ “Let’s you n’ me snap the furcular.” We did— you won the larger half. i had no wishes anyway: i wanted you to win. i tracked the parabola of your mood a good few years— i saw//see no evidence a wish came true —didn’t you make one after all? Were you content back then?— [...]
all about travelling in korea
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Vincent Hanley
poems, poets, and prosody
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