Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

~The Song~ The world and you are with me. It and you make and move me. I make and move in the world and you. Now was will be it is. It is pass we pace. It is field we trace. It is trait we lace. We it we live, of it, of we. The…

~Hardness of Happiness~ Hard as far would away the broken bone or heart. Hard as not broke in two, stone-whole, full rightly faced. Hard as these walls of stone, our ringing steels all done. This glancing the sunlights and shadows by us won. …

~Island~ Orbits back, forty-nine, marching, tuned true upon that shore, pulling through, through that cooling water under that breezing blazing blue. Sun-burning young lovers, stepping those dunes, under desire, baring on high sands, only we under that…

~Each Reach~ Each reach, root, clasp, or grasp, all flights, all calls, all nests, all pulsing blood, all valves, all meters and accounts, bows of gifts, ties of love, treasures of loveliness in being and thinking, in…

~His Day~ Here on stone, sound his days in waves, lie his love in blooms, these peonies his Junes. There at far, chime his time in hues, mount his reds and blues, cross this lake, his last grace. Here on stone, …

~Would Be~ Would be the rise to wonder, this click-shut night. To those trains’ risen rumbles, this silk tie tight. Would be to traction motor, copper, shellac. To axles’ bright ten-thousandths, castings in stack. Would …

~Placement~ Lush, sheenuous pluming-greens slip peeks of the milk-limpid moon to him, and delirious lofty fan-flares wreck quakes of tensile steel-lance cries to him. A stone stardop soft-sprays a whiff-frail light, flushing his…

I’ll share these poems in the Comments, but this one (May 2020) right here.

In reply to Stephen R. C. Hicks (@SRCHicks). Hot take! Stephen seems to have retreated from the first sentence of the post that Irfan is responding to: there is indeed pain caused by hateful (denigrating, demeaning) speech, the pain here is not (simply…