Introduction

For the love and passion of words. Send me a poem or prose and I will post it here. Send your words to tj@tjginn.com Words are all we have.

One can be stifled and intimidated by the magnanimous mind and never feel accomplished enough to express oneself.

That is the design of the masters of the glass bead game who at the pinnacle of their narcissism are found hanging another piece of paper on the wall to award their accomplishment.

I do not disrespect certification but only dream of a world where licensing did not equate to a right to life or opportunity. I only dream to be free from corruption, nepotism, and the clandestine passage of rights granted to the privileged.

You cannot learn enough, study enough, work enough or try hard enough to avoid the next critic lurking to prove you unworthy.

Critics are as numerous as roaches in garbage.

Just get rid of the garbage and your metaphysical solipsism is complete. It is not enough that Van gogh was ridiculed by the contemporaries and is quoted to say, "I wish they would only take me as I am." People even to this day must comment on his work rather than just look at it and with the greatest respect and say nothing.


Sunday, June 3, 2012

Understanding


Understanding

I understand
I see, I know, I capitulate
Knowing
Knowing what?
Knowing a fact.
Is your knowing Objective or Subjective?

Singular understanding.
You perceive something to be fact.
This is your singular subjective observation.

Plural understanding.
You and others agree on a fact.
Is that then Objective?
We understand?

I see the man is dead.
We see the man is dead.
Therefore the man must be dead.

But,
I love.
You say you love.
I cannot feel what you feel.
Therefore I doubt.
I only know that I love,
And your love must be proved.

A God in heaven alone is the God of nothing.



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