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About grasshopperstothemoon

“Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.”

Between the Widow and the Plume.

What should have been. This is not. What is? What ever is? What is ever we wish? Dreams deferred and redefined. Undefined. Displaced. Misplaced. Behind the jars. I never thought love could be uninspiring. I once thought I could touch … Continue reading

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Condition.

It approaches 2AM. Why am I awake? Is it because I am sick? Or is it because I cannot seem to drain my mind of thoughts and worries? Perhaps one fuels the other. They all do. Last night, as the … Continue reading

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The Rights of Resistance.

I thought I should clarify something in regards to the post which proceeded this one. I do not mean to imply that I support insubordination or rebellion. Nor do I promote obduracy. I in fact believe in the tenants of … Continue reading

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What the tree saw

Those of you who know me personally (can you know someone impersonally, or do you simply know of him? In any case…) know then that I am in the latter stage of a graduate degree in English Literature. In order … Continue reading

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What has become of the process

Undulation. Indignantly dispersed luminosity: transfixed, transpired, traversed. Words march in triumphant rhythm, lame and dumb soldiers towards expansive nothingness. Negation is movement, too. The befallen mass does not belie the natural truth, the omnipresent, prescient cogito. Sapere aude. Unnatural to … Continue reading

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Pool.

That which is truly great must be both defining and limitless. This is why artists are artists and not just any man, but also why any man can be an artist. Art itself is not entertainment but a representation of … Continue reading

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Here Comes the Mourning (Man).

Too recently a person about whom I care too much, during an existential-angsty conversation about my own sense of worth(lessness), told me she couldn’t think of one thing at which I am definitively good. This would’ve hurt coming from anyone, … Continue reading

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