I realized two days after the end before the beginning and upon subsequent completion the end was the beginning is the end. Words man, words say things, they open up a world of indefinite reality set upon vinyl to a record player of life. A side, B side, each has its qualities and each has its way of being. Can the tortoise shell glasses redeem the sacrificial lamb from its wrongs upon the hill of judgment? Can a semi-religious statement be made to seem like one come from the mouth of a non-believer? Mark off the prices of idiosyncratic Black Friday stores, raid them for their wares, for their solutions to ancient living. Turn statements and maxims on their heads and understand than going forth, that moving is preferable to standing still. Relativity doesn't apply here Einstein, understand this kind of statement too is funny because it confronts an expression. Understand wordplay might be more important than understanding, that the Black Forest contains secrets of mythological understanding set upon a pedestal of nothingness and lies. Understand that saying you are mighty fine and being mighty fine are one in the same. There is no lie at play here. The cliché goes that people always lie when they say “I'm fine” but in this case you should speak it truly. You are fine. You are alive. You are fine. You breathe. You are fine. You can eat a calzone and send that motherfucker down your throat, through your digestive tract and enjoy the crap out of it.

The Seasons

Repentance is something I thought I had long done away with. What I never realized is that it is a theme constantly replaying in my life. After undergoing the events of the past few weeks, I realize I have some serious atonement to do for past acts.

This summer I called it atonement by work. By working manual labor and beating myself everyday against the walls of houses with my paintbrush I found myself redeemed.
 

This Fall I have no clue what my atonement will be, all I know is I fucked up and its time to earn my forgiveness. The hard part about this season is I have no idea how to atone for what I have done. This is a new theme.

Bradley House Lounge

5:30 Thursday the 29th

Food and Refereshments provided. 

"Happiness can be found even at the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light." - Dumbledore

An Excerpt From My Fake Manifesto - A Manifesto of Non-Collective Bargaining, of Individual Expression, of Striding Forth, of Dealing With the Teleological-Suspension of the Ethical, of the End of Self-Reflection, Introspection, and Other “ion” Words

AKA – What a Philosophy Final Should Be

or

An Example of Why I Know Nothing

or

Words Written to Approximately Twenty Cups of Water and Big Band

by Jeremy Munro

 when people ask me what my favorite band is, i have a hard time answering. i love cocorosie but explaining their style and how i listen to it is too difficult for a simple, shallow conversation. i also can’t answer with ‘the playlist whose title matches my mood’ because that’s too vague and precarious and never a nice thing to respond with. so i default to death cab for cutie. it’s weird hearing people’s opinions on them. sometimes they’ll laugh and remember how awesome and visceral those concerts were, or sometimes they’ll smile and breathe out a nostalgic “ohhhyeah!” and recall their older favorite songs.

 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.

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. 

New Art Theatre in "Oedipus Rex" 
by Sophocles

New Art Theatre, a professional company dedicated to the performance of classical and innovative works, re-stages their critically acclaimed production of Oedipus Rex. The clarity and beauty of this contemporary translation by poet Stephen Berg and classicist Diskin Clay combines with New Art Theatre's dynamic array of visual and musical design techniques to capture the timeless power of Sophoclean drama for present day audiences in this greatest of all Greek tragedies, Oedipus the King.

http://www.anselm.edu/dana/sea_perf_04.aspx