Blanchot


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Blanchot
Age: 39
City: Brevard
Country: United States
Joined: Nov 2007

Yet again, I change my “profile.” I can certainly say this, RedBubble has transformed both the quality and discipline with which I write. Formerly, I was hesitant to take the time to sit down and write or edit my work. There were two primary reasons for this. First of all, I tell myself that I cannot really write until I have read, x,y.z, and a,m,i,r,e,a,d,y. Secondly, until I really became involved in RB, I felt as if I was writing in a far less auspicious bubble. It is fantastic to have others comment on and critique my work, however often that may be done. It has also been a thrill to read such high quality work in such quanity.

I will always be an inveterate reader. Yet, more and more often I am approacing my computer with the need to write something that will be seen by someone other than myself. I can always pick the book back up. I cannot, however, just dial up the Muse, and say “Ok, now’s a better time to visit.”

Thanks to everyone whose comments have made my work better and to those who will in the future.

Journal Entries

The Chain of Desire

Posted about 1 month ago.

Sorry, I'm out for a few days

Posted 4 months ago, 5 comments so far.

Edyfying Discourse on the Scatological: Sorry Couldn't Resist

Posted 4 months ago, 3 comments so far.

H1N1, Swine Flue: This Is Not Something That Only Effects "Other" People

Posted 4 months ago, 11 comments so far.

Now & Then: Intertwining Paradoxes

Posted 5 months ago, 3 comments so far.

Love and Death: A Love Letter From a Distant Place

Posted 6 months ago.

The Micro-Universal as the Epitome of the Derridian Ethical

Posted 10 months ago.

Writing

The Necessary Endurance of the Infinite’s Possibilities, or, the Saying Within the Said

So much to be said / Afraid that the “saying” will surpass the possibility of what can be “said” / The sadness, already filling my heart with anticipation / Alternatively, the joyous expectanc…

A Mother's Infinite Love & Its Return

For a mother and her child The path has been difficult Certainly to become more so, In spite of its being said that it is down hill from here The parasitic mass: Your energy, your sleep…

The Blessings of Innocence: A Second Chance

You are always in my heart, my son. / My soul and yours are inverse mirrors; no reverse image, but perfect conformity. / I ache for you daily. / While nothing will ever compensate for your absence; I…

Architecture of Eternity

While we shall have harsh words—blows even, perhaps—does He exist and dare to face me—for would a She conceive of such capriciousness. / First, however, I meekly submit to His occasional perfec…

Transgression, Courage, and Authenticity

The impetus of Being is to live. The failure of this force foreordained. Our aims, sui geniris, frustrated; style is our single respite. The ultimate question is how one lives: the art one makes of on…

Truth, Reality, Cosmic Process

Truth: / Snow, pure and white / Material of dreams and delusions / All requires adulteration Reality: / That which has not quite yet become / The actuality of becoming demands that we experience wh…

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