Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

its all the same
but you fight it nonetheless
it is all the same
but you pretend
its all the same
my mind is finding cracks
in the truths
common ly thought of as yes
the multitudes question

The Phenomenology of Poetry (Husserl died for my sins)

Poetry for me is some form of condensed language
Concentrated and distilled to an essence
I read a poem and wonder what it means?
You know how we multitudes are always searching for meaning
Sometimes the meaning leaks from the words
But mostly it is a mystery

I grab a line that strikes my fancy and google it

the multitudes question

light refracts from the cracks
my mind a shattered crystal
reflecting the two-fold continuous multiplicity of the objective fact spatiotemporal best of all worlds about me


Pardon the ramble and thank you very much for the poem
it is a good fight

looking at the sky.
let the children know
the sun never goes down
its our house that moves
in this
spatiotemporal

looked that word up. like it, thanks