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The Argument from Recollection

The Argument from Recollection

seeing not here
not now
wild eye stares
at nothing.

cloud trails across stars
uncover absences
behind the moon
another night’s light.
empty branches sway
with leaves of another summer
under them darkness
overflows and drips
with lack of you.

people look up

turn around
peer back at me
with your face
around each corner
another place
in which you were
out of balance
tipping towards
what was
is not

memory seeks out
empty spaces
in the real
dissolves its fabric
collapses consciousness
impaling its center
pinning it
like a specimen
with pain
to the wound
through which life is
to the eternal
through the present
what was
to what will be
by what is

remembering is
and forgetting is death.


First Flowers of Spring in New York City

The first crocuses of Spring on the raised walkway park in Chelsea, New York City on March 12, 2011. The pictures aren't that exciting, but the prospect of spring is!

Shape of Diversity Mural Unveiling Images

Shape of Diversity Mural Unveiling

February 16, 2011


Culmination of the collaborative project with artist Rhichard Haynes and Saint Anselm Students to embody the value of diversity at Saint Anselm College

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 this is what happens when i go home. tealuxe with an intelligent friend becomes a priority. and i'll take a gratuitous amount of photos there. and we'll get into arguments about poor life decisions and quality literature.

tender is the night

 it's from that earth she leans and sways. sleep is arbitrary. she smells like sweat and boy and girl and denied it all for so long. the ringing in her ears is a pantheon of sound to her but crickets to another.

she blinks from


the sun rises at five.

Lucubrations Open Mic Summary/Review

Last night (3/14/11) Lucubrations held its first Open Mic since our inception. The turnout exceeded expectations and there were acts ranging from passionate songs, angry poetry, and hilarious comedy (as opposed to unfunny comedy).

The event was held in the Comiskey Center Black Box Theater, giving the perfect atmosphere for an Open Mic. The atmosphere was made better by creative seating placement and stage design by the talented Justine Johnson who arrived very early to setup. Lucubrations would like to thank the Fine Arts Department and Professor Asbury for their permission to use the space.

Professor Banach made delicious pulled pork for sandwiches and his famous homemade bread which met with great approval from all.

We hope to plan more Open Mics and events in the future thanks to all the postive feedback.

Organic Chemistry Love

I love Organic Chemistry.

Podcast: "Whither Quantum Computing" by Barry Sanders

"Whither Quantum Computing"

by Dr. Barry Sanders
iCore Chair of Quantum Information Science at the University of Calgary

Presented at the Math Physics Seminar at Saint Anselm College, February 22, 2011.

The Slide Show that went with the lecture can be found here.
(Click with the mouse to advance the slides.)


Catch Me If You Can by Kimberly Martel



Catch Me If You Can



My life began in 469 BC,

in the ancient land of Athens, 

which gave birth to Western philosophy.

Conversing by the Coliseum is where I’d reside;

pondering life’s questions consumed most of my time.

I didn’t do this for money,

no my lessons were free;

I had little concern for material possessions nor the practice of sophistry.

The clever man can dazzle and appear to be what is not, 

though through the teachings of rhetoric,

truth is never taught.

Honest philosophy is uncomfortable;

it can judge us or force us to judge ourselves.

Ask yourself,

“What does it profit a man to have a keen understanding, but not live well?”

Sophia is my child whom I cherish, nurture, and love;

a virtue of the highest universal form,from the world of being, above.

I followed her beauty, though fellow citizens couldn’t understand;

claiming I was corrupting the youth,

they banned me from their land.

A purpose placed upon me by the mortal man,

no comparison,

to the guiding voice from within.

Rather than wandering, I acted out of honor,

making my telos to be remembered as philosophy's martyr.

Little did they know, their punishment, 

in truth, was my reward.

Ignorance of small minds restricts the soul from moving toward,

the only idea worth aligning with one’s focus;

the Good,

the flaming fire, which awoke us

and broke us out of the cave,

freeing our being.

We’re no longer appearances’ slave. 



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