In the preceding line of thought, I argued that it is not just amicable proximity which makes some appearances more palatable than others. But, at the same time, there is a phenomenon which must be noted, that of the hometown hero. Why is it that celebrity is a more astonishing event when one is able…
The Virtue of Being Judgmental
The Moral Dilemma of the Queen's Mirror So far as I have experienced, bodies, when they appear, are never haloed, like in Renaissance frescoes; still, they are not always so broken, so hideous, so crippled as they are made to appear in much of the past century's left-leaning art. By noting this difference, I do…
“Are We Here Yet?”: On the Impertinent Impatience of Partial Objects
Loneliness is the name of the day. I have heard a psychiatrist say, regarding the isolation incurred by our collective quarantine, that we will need the poets to explain what has been going on. Poet I am not, but I will make my own attempt at metaphor: melancholia has draped over our collective consciousness as…
Lost in Memory’s Echoing Caverns
The poet awoke in a dark and desolate place, remembering only that he was a poet. He did not remember what poetry was, what sense could be made of the beauty of words. But, still, he remembered that he was a poet. He found, scrawled on notes, strewn across the cavern floor, a series of…
Studies in Pysch-Soc. Dev., File #4301
I'm a 29th trimester student. I'm dating a 33rd, named Grey. My parents worry that we are at differing developmental stages, that we are neurologically incompatible (at least for now), even though our physiologies fit--we are hormonally synchronous. I put up a fight; they sent me to a counselor. My therapist suggested that my relationship…