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No I Will Not Listicle

October 30, 2019



We must stop 

all this clamor, 

this clutter 

of virtual advice. 


This is how you do it…

bullet points. 

We may die from it.


Who are we, 

I mean really? 

So many experts? 

Pardon me 

if I pause here, 



Writers, good ones, 

have voices. 

Should they use these 

hallowed things 

always to advise? 

To opine, 

yes. Please. 

We cannot help ourselves, 

but this frantic race 

to tell each other how. 

Please, please, 

let it stop. 

For the sake of all that is holy 


Shut Up.


There is nothing 

like the list 

to reduce it all,

this fabulous thing,

to a trite 

going through 

of the motions.

How irreverent 

to parse out 

the radical dynamic 

experience of being alive 

as if we were cakes…

to be baked 

by recipe, just so.


How is it 

There is such a plethora?

As though we were afraid 

of the vast unknown, 

of not knowing, 

of radical guessing, 

of wondering. 

As though we believe the

way we might live

ideally would be safely.


How sad to sum it up 

so finitely, 

so literally 

with such 

a contrived 




Tell me how you,

yes you,

not me…

tell us how you


What sense you make of it.


I am all ears.



Art: Pablo Picasso | Portrait of Marie Therese Walter



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I live in hazard and infinity. The cosmos stretches around me, meadow on meadow of galaxies, reach on reach of dark space, steppes of stars, oceanic darkness and light. There is no amenable god in it, no particular concern or particular mercy. Yet everywhere I see a living balance, a rippling of tension, an enormous yet mysterious simplicity, an endless breathing of light. And I comprehend that being is understanding that I must exist in hazard but that the whole is not in hazard. Seeing and knowing this is being conscious; accepting it is being human.

John Fowles, Aristos


“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

Arundhati Roy