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No I Will Not Listicle

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


If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. 

George Eliot



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

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