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Reply to My Son Plays With Himself in Home & Family JoeUser Forums

yeesh. i came into this article (oh boy, it's tough avoiding analogies, here) all set to support his right to work the bits and pieces as necessary. Way to go O. TbT

Reply to All alone on our anniversary... in Misc JoeUser Forums

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Reply to All alone on our anniversary... in Misc JoeUser Forums

im sorry. i still think that some priorities should be set. i assume he has people who can help at work. . . . tbt

Reply to Hate for the Sake of Feeling in Philosophy JoeUser Forums

in a way, that was my point. i wrote this article in response to a comment made on a poem a wrote and posted recently. the response came from an old, old girlfriend, out of the blue. i believe she probably googled me and ran into this piece of writing. . .some of which she had seen before. her comment was somewhat terse, and I considered how much resentment stored up inside her had cost her over the years since i left. but then i r

Reply to Hate for the Sake of Feeling in Philosophy JoeUser Forums

Very true. Still, hate is easiest.

Hate for the Sake of Feeling in Philosophy JoeUser Forums

Hate for the Sake of Feeling You lose friends, sometimes. Casual friends, intimate friends, you lose them in places that you know the best. Forget them: that's the easiest way to do it. Take them for granted. Try to make them responsible for your well being. You lose them before you even know they're gone. Sometimes they resurface, un

Reply to I Need an Editor in Business JoeUser Forums

Gideon, I am a writer and an editor, though most of my experience comes through schooling and volunteer work. I do not have a wealth of experience compiling larger projects, and my interest, in general, is fiction. Nevertheless, I checked out your articles and several of them I like very much--even if, occasionally, I disagree with your opinions. My question is this: are you planning on tying your articles together with a driving th

A Sense of Time in Writing JoeUser Forums

A Sense of Time A strange sun follows me where I go trying pale white water paint to pretend colors I cannot believe: a pale blue mountain side becomes a thin, pale sea. I am in the forest underneath the trees where the rivers run under a lazy, speckled sun running through river bells to a moonlit, s

Crestone, Colorado in Writing JoeUser Forums

Crestone, Colorado something living here in the death of winter. what lives buries its belly next to the earth sticking stalky roots and stems into the ice ducking below the shallow air. this stubble of plants clutch to something i cannot understand. I am nothing, here nothing acknowledges<

Was I Playing Texas Holdem When the Tsunami Hit? in Misc JoeUser Forums

Was I Playing Texas Holdem When That Tsunami Hit? Lately, I've played some poker. Not just "poker", but Texas Holdem, the Cadillac of poker amongst a parking lot filled with old Datsuns. You only get two of your own cards. You have to share the rest with other players, and there may be a lot of other players. However, th

You're the Writer, She Said in Writing JoeUser Forums

You're the Writer why does he have to die you're the writer she said looking up from the dark with a finger scratching there and here and i say what because i had forgotten with the smell of apples in her hair and all through the room even as the fan blew rotating blas

When It Happenend in Writing JoeUser Forums

when it happenend she told me he turned from red to blue he gasped for air reflexes she was crying, too, mind (hers) couldn't take it in but it did get in daryl is dead. Copyright ©2004, ©2005, ©2006 Joshua Suchman. All rights reserved. <a name="Taboo's Ezine Navigator" href="http://tabooten

Somebody's Mother in Writing JoeUser Forums

Somebody's Mother Early on in her life, Susan Sanders found she was left out from the Marxist revolutionary activities of her parents, while her older, aggressive brother was earmarked for significant participation. Disenchanted with her parents’ social vision, she rebelled against the rebellion, and her father turned a neglectful shoulder while he

Reply to Innate People in Writing JoeUser Forums

Thanks, Trinitie. I appreciate the thoughts. TBT

Innate People in Writing JoeUser Forums

innate people i have waded through the ancient nile and driven north to the end of roads. why She asked and i told her about it in a letter. not everything is a beginning, i write. worlds wrap their way around the old, withering bend, a ruinous, curving blue that is sky and sea and also nothing,

Illusions in Writing JoeUser Forums

illusions Bright brows, rising and waiting, you wed my moment to silence; a darkness that brings beauty, that is what you mean to me. You lower blond locks over your lips smiling and saying illusions aloud; these illusions i hold to me as truth. They are all i see of you. Copyright ©2004, ©200

Reply to Survival of Atrocities in Philosophy JoeUser Forums

Ted, You get it. Thanks for reading this long thing, by the way. I would suggest one more aspect to the concept of horror, though. Like you said, atrocity is taking a person or persons beyond his/her/their ability to understand or deal. The horror is not experienced by the dead, though, and like you also said, most people confront this concept on a 3rd party perspective. On an individual level, a person experiences horror

Survival of Atrocities in Philosophy JoeUser Forums

Survival of Atrocities Emmanuel Levinas writes that horror does not derive itself from Presence, but rather from the negation of Presence: "Horror is the event of being which returns in the heart of this negation, as though nothing had happened." (The Levinas Reader, P.33) You face a marvel or an atrocity. Are you a conservative when Kepler

Sad in Writing JoeUser Forums

Sad I can see things the way they always were: once, her stepfather mowed their yard with a push blade just two wheels and the rusted blade churning up the grass and when she touched the clippings the color was like cider on her fingers and he let her try to push, the handle high above her head, the heavy iron

Ten Minutes in Writing JoeUser Forums

Ten Minutes little or no time at all this boot comes off and candle lit like so; something moves on the wall something in your eyes pillow propped blanket dropped; our last night spent in ten minutes. Copyright ©2004, ©2005, ©2006 Joshua Suchman. All rights reserved. <a name="Taboo's Ezine Nav

End Of Something in Writing JoeUser Forums

End of Something It is monday or anyday on the sidewalk summer’s end a young woman smiled at me from her porch today as I was walking my way to work. Monday like any other day and I am where I always am. The wind attends to the leaves and the shadows diffuse without the sun. A hundred people walking

Do You Know A Way When You See One, Hemingway? in Writing JoeUser Forums

I'm in this way. It's like a way, sort of, when things happen over and over and you begin to suspect that this is the way things are. It's not good. But it's not really bad. Or, at least, it's not as bad as you expected "bad" to be. You're not way out there, you're not on your way; no, you're just in this way. When it's like this, you have to begin.

Reply to The Unholy Conservative Obsession with Productivity in Politics JoeUser Forums

you're right, dr. miller, i accidently deleted a link to the private site i found, which listed instructions for green cards. if you have a good link id be interested to see it. TBT

Reply to The Unholy Conservative Obsession with Productivity in Politics JoeUser Forums

link to procedure for becoming a resident: http://uscis.gov/graphics/howdoi/LPReligibility.htm Link as you can see, only certain people will be able to immigrate in a easy, expedient manner. if i was desperate and had a family in immediate need, this would not help me one bit. i understand that this is frustrating to many people who believe these immigrants are drainin

Reply to Drops of enlightenment in Philosophy JoeUser Forums

i am a firm believer that there are as many paths toward TRUTH or understanding as there are people to walk them. i also think (though this is rather presumptuous) that the buddha would likewise agree. his path to enlightenment was NOT the path he taught to his followers. im going to use hesse's "Siddhartha" again, though this is really a book about truth rather than buddhism. in this story, siddhartha meets the buddha, and discusses this very thin