The Essay I'm trying to compose.
Gender Wars
Love is War
Life is resistance
How are you me?
How are you not me?
Kharms
Alice Notely
Hegel
Adorno
“Where did this come from,” “Our Minds.”
What comes into mind:
What comes to this mind is generations of knowledge. Generations of disagreements and relationships. Separations, and connections.
There is a war waged on civilians, in other states of the planet. In other places on the earth there are people, identified as “US” whose committing mass murders. Who're claiming to be protectors. Who're acting as law makers, and justice bringers. There is a war so far away from me that I can hardly hear the screams. I cannot hear the whimpering. I cannot hear the children sobbing over his dead mothers body. Nor can I say that I know what it is like to have my younger sister raped by members of our governing forces. There is something happening very far away from me, and I cannot use my immediate responses to battle this war. From my angle only words can convey. Only words.
This is a war waged on organisms. Those free flowing, randomly responding fearful abominations of control. Obsessed with control. Control could probably be personified we are with it so much. We can have control, it can be a possession. A possession of the body. A symptom of the body. A sign of life.
“Life,” we exclaimed! Having it as loud as possible!
(What is fed to mind:)
Control had been personified ever since we've known our guardians.
Nothing that hasn't already been felt, and interpreted once before.
Unprecedented Bias
As is upbringing. Nature versus nurture always pans out as a delicate balance.
I've come to this place due to prior constraints, popular constraints. As is customary in most writing, there is an introduction prefacing the sources. This is not uncommon in any train of thought.
Intentional
It may appear that my actions are intentional, if so then I've properly invested my time and direction into my resources them as choices.
My actions, though when further investigated, and interpreted, can be deduced as responses. My responses are what define me, and my philosophy, and my Self. I am carefully reflecting my image upon you. It is the image of my mother, and my father, and everyone I've ever met. Let me introduce you to the collection of my experiences. This experience that I am involved in is what I'd like to believe, and claim as Intentional, and my own. It seems the more I discover philosophy I discover myself. As with both constructions, I often find flaw in them.
I can't help but fear the memories associated with the word victimization.
I hate realizing that I'm just fighting for words.
I know that I've become less connected with the world.
All resources, Limited resources.
Make-up your Existence
Chaos in the sense of it's meaning,
only exsists in the act of trying to control chaos.
Because chaos is a perfect pattern,
the only real insanity would be to
seperate its parts
to investigate it.
This last statement, I believe when presented properly, could legitamately get me out of most homework. This collection of thoughts is definately in the rough draft version, but I'll take all organization suggestions I can, I am a piece of coleective thought, and here there is no plaigerism. Only more branches.
Love is War
Life is resistance
How are you me?
How are you not me?
Kharms
Alice Notely
Hegel
Adorno
“Where did this come from,” “Our Minds.”
What comes into mind:
What comes to this mind is generations of knowledge. Generations of disagreements and relationships. Separations, and connections.
There is a war waged on civilians, in other states of the planet. In other places on the earth there are people, identified as “US” whose committing mass murders. Who're claiming to be protectors. Who're acting as law makers, and justice bringers. There is a war so far away from me that I can hardly hear the screams. I cannot hear the whimpering. I cannot hear the children sobbing over his dead mothers body. Nor can I say that I know what it is like to have my younger sister raped by members of our governing forces. There is something happening very far away from me, and I cannot use my immediate responses to battle this war. From my angle only words can convey. Only words.
This is a war waged on organisms. Those free flowing, randomly responding fearful abominations of control. Obsessed with control. Control could probably be personified we are with it so much. We can have control, it can be a possession. A possession of the body. A symptom of the body. A sign of life.
“Life,” we exclaimed! Having it as loud as possible!
(What is fed to mind:)
Control had been personified ever since we've known our guardians.
Nothing that hasn't already been felt, and interpreted once before.
Unprecedented Bias
As is upbringing. Nature versus nurture always pans out as a delicate balance.
I've come to this place due to prior constraints, popular constraints. As is customary in most writing, there is an introduction prefacing the sources. This is not uncommon in any train of thought.
Intentional
It may appear that my actions are intentional, if so then I've properly invested my time and direction into my resources them as choices.
My actions, though when further investigated, and interpreted, can be deduced as responses. My responses are what define me, and my philosophy, and my Self. I am carefully reflecting my image upon you. It is the image of my mother, and my father, and everyone I've ever met. Let me introduce you to the collection of my experiences. This experience that I am involved in is what I'd like to believe, and claim as Intentional, and my own. It seems the more I discover philosophy I discover myself. As with both constructions, I often find flaw in them.
I can't help but fear the memories associated with the word victimization.
I hate realizing that I'm just fighting for words.
I know that I've become less connected with the world.
All resources, Limited resources.
Make-up your Existence
Chaos in the sense of it's meaning,
only exsists in the act of trying to control chaos.
Because chaos is a perfect pattern,
the only real insanity would be to
seperate its parts
to investigate it.
This last statement, I believe when presented properly, could legitamately get me out of most homework. This collection of thoughts is definately in the rough draft version, but I'll take all organization suggestions I can, I am a piece of coleective thought, and here there is no plaigerism. Only more branches.