Activities of Warren Falcon

'the praise of infinite sense' - Jean-Luc Nancy 'Spirit as it awakes is adoration... ' - Ludwig Wittgenstein 'Spirit is doubtless nothing other th...

'Let us look as how they fling themselves from one pleasure to another: their password is variation. Do they desire something that is always the same? On the contrary, they want something that is never the same. In other words, they desire many different things, and he who wants in these circumstances is

not only innerly dispersed, but also divided.'
—Soren Kierkegaard, from Either/Or
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Dear Unexpected Face - An Advent Letter

for Hank (now interred in Roma)
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'shall the shadow go forward ten degrees, or go back ten degrees?

It is a light thing for the shadow to go down ten degrees: nay, but let the shadow return backward ten degrees...
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[NOTE - Absolution, Be It Resolved is a poem's revision in horror, NOT honor, of Election Day USA 2024 - poem is here on this site titled 'I, Minimus, Decry' was composed and published in January 2017...it, the poem, with some recent reshaping, editing, reflects even more strongly of what it speaks after nine years of a cyclops-ian mono-visioned mammon-fame worshiper intent on being emperor for strife/life. Alas, but, IT, said intruder reflects, as do all leaders everywhere, the psyches of the country they each lead and thusly the American Cyclops reveals undisguised the shadow of the country it nearly brought to ruin. Each citizen then best confront the inherited Cyclops' its arrival on eastern Atlantic shores some 500 or so years ago - intent of gold, gelt, land, territory for the Cyclops-ian Western deity (in various guises depending on local distortions in the then known (to Western) world. The prayer still is and should be as it was then, that of the original inhabitants of the land, 'GODS HELP US ALL! ! ' - WF]


myself
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a nod, one of thirteen, for Wallace Steven -

'that I may reduce the monster to myself'1
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for Brandon - should he want it [? ] could he [? ]

'I'm afraid this supreme consciousness is at least not one we could possess. Inasmuch as it exists, we do not exist. - C. G. Jung, letter to V. Subrahmanya Iyer,1938
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improv-ed rough, riffed, quick translations from a longer poem
in progress - 'to better the feathered choirs' by Kostas Galanis whose name means

Kostas = 'constant/steadfast'
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'... but there is a line
You must not cross nor ever trust beyond it
Spry cordage of your bodies to caresses
Too lichen-faithful from too wide a breast.
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Bloomsday Journal 6-16-2023 - in celebration of James Joyce's novel, Ulysses read out loud every year on this day...


'Above us only sky.' - John Lennon
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