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On The Edge…

…of things. As Pessoa said he was always. So it was for me today, and my view was distant as I walked through the morning events.

I had to take the cat back to the vet’s as he’s passing blood and pretty much peeing wherever he is. Not fun for either of us. This is the new rescue cat, Zeus, whom you have not heard about from me but likely will later. In any case, he got quite ill and was hospitalized so all of the current happenings are just the aftermath. I brought him home on Saturday. Now for today:

  • The med tech greeted us by calling my beautiful, handsome Bengal cat “Zoosie-Woosie.” And referred to us as an us for everything including how him was feeling for us. (Not even annoying, just observing from that very safe distance.)
  • After the vet’s, I took us through a Starbucks so I could get a mocha cafe = indulge, indulge.
    • Me: I’ll have a large mocha cafe, please.
    • A male-type person standing outside taking orders: One large mocha cafe. So are we hot or cold today?
    • Me: Pardon? (I have no idea what he is talking about.)
    • He: Hot or cold?
    • Me: Just staring blankly as I have no understanding and might have landed on another planet. Perhaps I went through a portal on my way to the outer world.
    • He: The drink. Do you want it hot or cold?
    • Me: Hot. (Maybe this is normal and I just don’t get out enough to understand the ways of the world. And here I was beginning to consider my body temperature to see if I was on the warm or cool side, heading to something more extreme.)

The cat himself has joined in this weird conspiracy by imitating the singing and dancing frog. He is normally incredibly vocal. He has a variety of sounds which I can usually decipher. If I’m not responding correctly or immediately, he will get louder and louder. Not only that, but he says actual words such as “Ma!” and “ouch!”. But not in the world. In the world he becomes mute. He says nothing. Not a cry, not a whimper. They think he does not complain and that I am exaggerating.

It’s all right. It’s all totally all right. It’s just a good day to get home and stay there.

  • Posted by Poetic Outlaws

“Most people learn to save themselves by artificially limiting the content of consciousness.” Thomas Ligotti

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Pessoa

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd: the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. ~Fernando Pessoa

(Book: The Book of Disquiet  (Book: ‘Not to Be Reproduced’, 1937 by Rene Magritte)

Posted by Philo Thoughts

Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa was born in Portugal on the 13th of June in 1888. He died in November, on the 30th in 1935. He was a poet, writer, literary critic, translator, publisher, and philosopher. Although when it’s all said and done, many writers are all of those things with the exception of translator and publisher. His books are not only well written but fascinating, and I’m always surprised by the few serious readers who know of him. He should be better read and more widely appreciated. He wrote a great deal, and not only in his own name, but under “heteronyms” as he felt “pseudonyms” did not capture the personas of the writers. He often spoke to the many personalities or persons that each human contains and often wrote from a different person’s consciousness—making a distinction from point-of-view, or narrative persona.

Perhaps his best known work is The Book of Disquiet and it was published after his death from papers found in a trunk. He said, “I am, in large measure, the self-same prose I write.” And he writes of unanswerable questions—but the only ones worth pursuing.

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Happy Birthday


Psyche’s Call with Donna May T. S. Eliot was BTD in 1888 ✍️

Before the end of day, our best birthday wishes to one of our poetic heros!

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Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver is such a poet as speaks to our hearts, our souls, without cleverness or opaqueness. She is open, and opens our love and pain with the beautiful pictures she paints of all of the states and passions we pass through.

This, on death:

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Bruce Lee

Posted by Simon Bartholomé

“When you are awake, you must be fully awake and conscious about everything. This is a wonderful exercise.

Philosophy is itself the disease for which it pretends to be the cure: the wise man does not pursue wisdom but lives his life, and therein precisely does his wisdom lie.

To realize freedom the mind has to learn to look at life, which is a vast movement, without the bondage of time, for freedom lies beyond the mind.

The moment we stop analyzing and let go, we can start really seeing, feeling – as one whole.”

~ Bruce Lee


Boy is this tough to remember tho it sure seems right. Periodically I come back to myself but I sure like to delve into the pool. I’ve been a life-long delver as a matter of fact. It seems the truth is out there somewhere in the midst of some words. Not that words are all wrong. They do point us in the right direction, time and time again. I am reminded of Basho (at least I think it was Basho) who said, “Do not seek after wisemen. Seek what wisemen sought.” Amen to that.