Tag Archives: Jeff Klooger

The Language of Philosophy

Why can’t they speak a language ordinary people can understand? Some mysteries will not submit to ordinary words. Too subtle or too dense, they yield their truths only in a lexicon too cumbersome for the day to day, where riddles … Continue reading

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What Makes Us

Our lives together are a wreck. Time and again we career out of control, collide, ending in a tangle of parts, lucky to be in one piece. Why must it be this way, as if confusion were our natural state? … Continue reading

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Poem Beginning With A Line By Jack Spicer

Poetry ends like a rope. Line upon line, it coils its breath and meaning, until there is no more, and we are left in the dizzying spaces our own thoughts make. As long as the poem’s ends remain untied, questions … Continue reading

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