Poem
, in which we are not immortal
but our identities dissolve in-
to one another and we are only
a little bit afraid to call it love
Author: kamiel79
The task of philosophy
The task of philosophy, often a difficult and painful one, is to extricate and bring to light the hidden categories and models in terms of which human beings think, to reveal what is obscure or contradictory in them, to discern the conflicts between them that prevent the construction of more adequate ways of organising and describing and explaining experience (for all description as well as explanation involves some model in terms of which the describing and explaining ...
Reading: The Sign in My Father’s Hands by Martín Espada
Martín Espada (b. ) is an American poet, critic and attorney with Puerto Rican roots. His most important influence was his father, a community organizer and social justice activist. Poetry for him is giving a voice to the voiceless. I read a hommage to his father. The Sign in My Father’s Hands —for Frank Espada ...
Reading: The Shirt by Robert Pinsky
Robert Pinsky (b. 1940) is one of America's greatest poetry critics. He was elected Poet Laurate of the US in 1997. Today I read a social poem about sweatshops, written long before the incident in Bangladesh on 24 April 2013. The Shirt The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along ...
Review: Prisoners of Geography by Tim Marshall
Prisoners of Geography by Tim Marshall has been a very exciting read for me, and many readers on Goodreads agree (there are 1400 reviews available). It is the best book on geopolitics that I have read so far and it has helped me consolidate what I already knew and taught me a lot of new things as well. ...
Ideologie
Op de terugweg van een vermakelijk onderonsje met mijn Koreaanse zwager in een historische wijk van Seoul waar het nu wemelt van delicatessen en bijoux, stapte ik in volle overtuiging in de metrotrein in de verkeerde richting. Uw kniereflex is bekend: dat overkomt iedereen wel eens. Maar ik bleef zitten en verbaasde me er station ...
Sterven
Ik herinner me een oude man die over sterven begon
het is een vreselijk iets, zei hij, ik heb er een hekel aan
hij blijft me het antwoord schuldig hoe hij dat weten kon
want hij heeft het uiteindelijk maar een keer gedaan.
Reading: Mourning and Other Activities by Raza Ali Hasan
Raza Ali Hasan (b. ?) is a Pakistani-American poet who doesn't care much about activism. He was born in Bangladesh and raised in Islamabad and moved to tue United States in 1991. He wants his poetry to paint a more accurate picture of the world. He teaches in Colorado. I read a verse about mourning ...
