In this essay I will be attempting to answer the question 'Is it irrational to care differently about some happening on the basis of whether it lies in the past or in the future, and (in each case) how far?' When it comes to our past situations we certainly do care differently to how we … Continue reading The rationality of care across time.
Behold! The love of my life Of which I speak to the wife: "That girl? She means nothing To me, while you're a pearl Worth more than something." While after I stoop and sneak Away from her, to become absurd. Take myself with the night to speak: My young lady of love, to betray my … Continue reading #103 – Liar’s desire
In the wildest fancies of my Unconscious dreams. It is always you that I am Forced to see. How it is, That your angles please my eyes, How it is, That your petite frame makes you delicate Beyond perfection. How I wish to caress your bosom; Close. How angels missing would smile upon high, How … Continue reading #102 – Here again
When I look deep into that empty soul: The one that caused the god shaped hole. I see in her eyes that it has long left, What does she care if I left too? Reached into my perplexion, Which shaped and removed my complexion. You: the god-head divine, The in-built infection, What does it care of me? … Continue reading #101 – Wayward soul
Cecil was blind. Although he didn't realise it. And neither would you if I hadn't of just told you. He had blinded people himself, that is true. It was his taste and his talent to do so. But now you may be wondering if I mean blind in the same way as I did in … Continue reading Caecus.
So, I continue to be alone Because of apparent sins that I won't atone. Said myself like Satan once spoke: Is it by my vanity that I be alone? Is it such a crime to grow and live apart? From the velvet chains I've broke, This family-head I wish to be no part.
In soft pastures, and on top of mountain trails. Again, I return to the land of Cymru vales. The land to make hearty and hale. Mist cover the cottages on the hill of Treharris. Green, vale, and life to bring Creatures, young and brought with Spring. Hear the baas and bleating, the lambs that sing, In their fields … Continue reading #99 – Ode to Wales