Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Except to say I’ll not lengthen one More breath On the inhumans My breath is mine, is yours If you take it To have fun Is my newest party An electric air Cracking Standing hair Shining upon Good time Hips locked, rhythm, Wet eyed Drive-by merry smiling Does it for me Orbiting proposition Tie a…

Derrida ebbs and flows With the stir of restless THOUGHT Sandscape rises with the tide of time Thru Writings sky, moving at once, Logos arriving I pace up and down the page I peruse my bottom lip I’m trying to find, not an answer, a question: The first question: What shook Elohim out of the…

The colonised, say Cesaire for example, talk about how they internalised oppression by the real barbarians, the colonisers. And I wondered, when did civilisation enter me, colonise me, and make me get ptsd? Now, after 25 odd years of bullying and ostracism, turned full volume recently, I thought, but it happened long before: One day…

Robert Johnson if I concentrate on goodness of a sudden I see you and at that sight, milk stirred into milk, you in my kitchen, into this blessed world Paul said cleave to the good fishnchip shop wiseguys leave the mind, on an expanding kindness, are blown apart at the thought of you from afar…

I’ll admit I’m a hypocrite Tho why I must admit That To other hypocrites Is made into sin I regret judging Megan Fox Who was simply A woman doing her own thing That I judged her Makes me a hypocrite Given that I’m now labelled freak I relate To a woman I was quick to…

Fuck! What’s happened to me? Love! Humankind, so full of hate Butterflies, time, A jewel not a line Perhaps nothing disappears Over time It just depends which angle You look at the jewel Then the future Is seen too And not fixed But a hue of light That seeks thru Which side The past journeys…

I have always been angelic and beautiful, happy and sovereign My form a delight and my soul visiting from snow-falling heaven Hence – the reaction: Fir Bolg, mass of envious eyes pinned in fat, misshapen Tapeworm, laughing mouths, steal happiness for corruption Between I and they, begs the question: Why do they care who I’m…

Once again, my starting point is – me…I’m not going to TELL other women their experiences. Perhaps same, different, but all paths eventually converge. It’s usually not her fault, but humanity, and humanity as a patriarchy. Off to a good start, then. To speak of mirrors, then. It is not a cis male mirror, reflecting…

If you could make A life All messed up And recombine With her silent eyes Speaking about femininity – A softness passed through webs of time It made its way To the heart of the Green Ocean Tide which knits all, Stars, moon, earth, Together I fell in love! My fantasy moon Fantasy tide Day…

Snagged on a barb in time I espeyed a mask Out the corner of my eye From bark to bark A sparrow, a magpie, a sooty owl, Splendour of feather Paved street A hearth tucked in a wing: Fleeting eternity Cal Kalve