Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

If I approach Mt Fuji Going westernly Will Mt Fuji approach me Northern goddess? 1 G and I reflecting each other A lake from beneath, reflecting The summit of Mt Fuji Mt Fuji turned upside down A snow globe is all I am In the palm of your hand So deep within my mind You’re…

I always wished I was Elvis, now all I want is you, g. And you’re a riddle, and I’ve never understood riddles I’m at the centre of the crowd, with you, a riddle, rule all my thoughts aloud. All the people crowded ’round. Some guy shouts in hooks, casts his only power – to leech off…

We have to lock the front door now. People keep just walking into the house Psycho sis just lets herself in and out the backdoor whenever she likes, but we’re used to how psycho she is The nurses came, as usual, called early, came 15 minutes laterThe dietician phoned and said she was coming as…

I wrote to you, “I need love, g, I have no emergency contact in this modern life” And I wonder what lesson the universe is trying to teach me, as I tried to place “I am” in Einstein’s space-time. Trying to solve problems divine, in many texts When the mountain that arose, it was a…

(Trans. Sider, and Johnstone, Jnr) The gates opened We cannot go back to that night, g, and you come home with me It never happened, so how can we talk of it being? And time doesn’t go back, but is bound to fate The gates that opened The wild horses have bonds, out of your…

Strange how the good and bad people mingle in this world In het or lezzo, left or right, in whatever group one sharply Defines – nasty, or nice, sways right, then left. Makes one think The outside’s in, the inside’s out, you as domme, me as sub In love, and why nothing can be said…

(Speaking to mum in her bedroom, if you’re listening, I’m speaking to you, g, still hoping you get to know me, somehow, understand) G, the first thing you’d notice as you approached the studio arts class Was a girl of incredible beauty, you’d agree, g, the girl from ipanema If you could look away, you’d…

Time’s in two places at once.  It’s not red roses or a locket, but like some bird in spring with nothing, just my love song Valentine’s Day, I talked to you, and we’re hot lovers, you let me touch your skin of gold and kiss your belly hot as fuck But how do I explain…

Alone on the couch Ignore the world of television Let me warble you In magpie Amid this din Trees listen To the song so soft In the bush is not forgotten Stillness suspends its wings On a tree top, I spy You are caught in my Heart-eye Not hated, neutral, evil, or good But life…

Your eyes, who I’ve fallen into lovesickness over, turned into my fever today. All I saw was their desire. You didn’t let me see your eyes. Yet, so deluded, I saw you in disguise. Lady, who were you? There was a great beauty, she pulled out a cigarette, she was looking at me. It’s tempting,…