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Spinoza, Reich, Kafka..

Nietzsche and Kirkegaard: Emperors new clothes.

Ah-Uhm

Tracy said you where dead.
Ah-uhm, I guess she was mistakin’.

Chaney said there’s a hole in everything.
Ah-Uhm, and that’s how the crack gets in.

And I don’t wanna spend a lot of time on this.

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Idioti

I beg to disagree

I’ve had reason to focus on anger.. the subject of anger.
It’s easy to recieve praise, compliments and love.
It is not easy to recieve rejection, anger or hate.

Both are emotions. Both – i will contend – are pure.

First: the filter.
What anger are we talking about?
It’s not the anger where you hit your head on a doorframe that was too low.
It’s not the anger when you see someone stealing your bike or digging up your garden flowers.
It’s not the anger when someone says “Cancer is all in the mind” and your father has been diagnosed and gone thru the first treatment.

It’s the anger with IT. How it IS. And how you can NOT make it NOT BE.
It’s the anger with PEOPLE being STUPID. And WORDS HURTING.
It’s the UNFAIRNESS of you not being IN CONTROL.

It’s the NETTLE, NETTLE CONSTANT and the NEED, NEED to MAKE SOMEONE REACT!

That is hell. And I’ve seen that. I’ve been there.
There is power. Not to declare, but to place: Power is there.
And I think that’t why it’s so hard to let go.

Letting go of power is a powerful thing.
You say no. I beg to disagree. I place myself on the ground. Looking up into your eyes.
And I beg. Beg to disagree.

What does that make you?

[from the archives: 24 Oct 2017]

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