I pieced this together from conversations with an old friend and reflections thereof:

"

how long have we been talking about how we shouldnt be talking about what we talk about?

I want to be able to say to you and the world, "I am on to something and I am pursuing beauty and I am doing what I love to do."

I want that to pass away and for things to just slide nicely

I would always be there for you, if you wanted me to.

I would always be there for you, thats why you dont want me to.

And the child in me screams "arent I worth it?"
"

wrote this one about ten seconds ago:

"
this love was good
could it be better

that day was good
could it be better

your face looked good
could it be better

I dont need it
to be
"

here are some drawings ive done over the last while.

I know I wrote this one on the bus over!

"
We like to visit each other's lives

never stay

you promised your man

you wouldn't stay

when you're gone, im still with you

I'll never ever be alone,


your arms, your smell, its in my head.
thats more than I can handle

and I like it that way
yeah, its more than I can handle,
but I'm smiling all the way

your man, he never did nothing wrong

yet you're still here, you haven't gone

and I've got all I need...
"

I cant remember if I wrote this on the bus trip or after I had arrived, but I definitely wrote this in the past couple weeks:

"
I am a lucky man
my only burden, Ive had since birth.
To Love you for all I'm worth.

I am not ready,
Perhaps I never will be.
most of the time I do not feel free.

for what its worth
I love you.
For what its worth
I know how crazy that sounds.

so it goes.

I think I also wrote this one on the bus on the way over:

"
I said, "I can only exist in relation to you"
do I regret that I said it?
I meant what I said, when I said it, dont regret it.
I do not hide from the fears
through they do make me tired
they keep me honest and humble
and I love you more this way.
"

I wrote this on the bus trip to north carolina a week and a half ago:

"
Missing days
twisted ways
god I hope this time she stays

I know how to take a hint
but why would I want to?

If I could catch this thought
I'd have a way to show you

He is a sensualist
and I, a seeker of truth

This is not where we started
This is what it became

what does it mean when I tell you I'm struggling?

It means I'm struggling.

yes, but what does it mean?
"

hello! in the interest of being a little bit more organized/professional with these random ideas/words I write here, im going to try and make a habit of describing the context in which the words were written to the best of my ability beforehand. Without further ado,

I found this written in an old notebook of mine from march 5th, I think 2009, could be 2008. I could have sworn I had already posted it here, but a quick search shows I havent... so here it is!

"When something really interesting and/or important happens, its sad if you cant remember it afterwards, maybe. I just looked in my notebook and saw and entry a girl I used to date wrote. It triggers this whole experience, this really cool, strange, interesting, visceral experience that I may have never remembered again if she hadn't randomly written about it in this very notebook. It makes me see things differently when I think about it. What if animals experienced the same way we did? What if the only difference is that we learned how to store experiences in a way that lets us experience them again and again? Human cultures around the world were preserving memories; individual memories, cultural traditions, etc. The task of preserving experiences so that they outlast our transient minds is the heart of humanity. It is the sole thing that elevates us, separates us, and gives our lives meaning. Someone wrote that the tree fell, and even though I didn't see if fall, I can try to know how it feels to have heard it. "

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it's like I always say

I'll love you till you leave

but I forgot to mention

my loving, it would seem

made you leave, now I see

I'm not the lovestruck martyr

that I led you to believe

a generation of lovestruck non-committal self-absorbed idealistic beautiful and disgusting wise children.

how would you feel if so many people loved you that you didnt have time to appreciate all of them?

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those who identify as normal
those who get comfort from fitting in with a group

those who identify as strange
those who get comfort from persuing an idea

maybe these groups need each other.

maybe those who seek to conform conform to groups which were founded
by the ideas of a nonconformist.

maybe nonconformists need a litle persecution to hone thier passion,
give it a sense of urgency.

maybe.

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I think you might be on something

versus

I think you might be on to something

Jesse Easter SLAV 334 Research Paper

This essay will be an exploration of Dostoevsky. Specifically, it will be an exploration of the differences between Dostoevsky as an author and Dostoevsky as a man. Different opinions, values, arguments, and attitudes expressed in his literature, compared with opinions, arguments, values, and attitudes expressed by Dostoevsky personally give us an insight into the tension between Dostoevsky and his literature. A question comes to mind: how did a man so conflicted, flawed, and ravaged by a tumultuous life create literary work which gives such pure, direct, and beautifully simple insights into our conception of love, morality, God, free will, and beauty?
In order to properly explore and then answer this question, we need to look at samples of Dostoevsky’s writing, and then see what we can glean from these samples about Dostoevsky the author. Next we need to look at direct quotes from Dostoevsky outside of his writing, and accounts of him written by people who knew him, and analyze what these sources tell us about Dostoevsky the man. This information will support a thesis that Dostoevsky's novels were among the first and the best to explore philosophical debate through narrative fiction. In failing in his attempt to write a novel which only advocated a conservative, Christian lifestyle, Dostoevsky actually wrote novels which give us an amazing understanding of all aspects of philosophy, rather than the one side Dostoevsky tried to advocate.
So, lets first take a look at some samples of Dostoevsky’s writing. From Notes From the Underground:
“Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has others which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But finally there are still others which a man is even afraid to tell himself, and every decent man has a considerable number of such things stored away. That is, one can even say that the more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind.”
That this sample was taken from Notes from the Underground shows us that Dostoevsky is concerned with psychology. This sample shows us that Dostoevsky believes that a portion of our mind is hidden from most people, our friends, and even ourselves. He also claims that the more outwardly decent a person is, the more our thoughts and feelings lay hidden. Whether or not this is true, it shows us that Dostoevsky explores psychology through his novels, and that the claims he makes within those novels are thought-provoking.
Next, we have three short samples from The Possessed:
"If there is no God, then I am God."

“Life is pain, life is fear, and man is unhappy. Now all is pain and fear. Now man loves life because he loves pain and fear. That's how they've made it. Life now is given in exchange for pain and fear, and that is the whole deceit. Man now is not yet the right man. There will be a new man, happy and proud. He for whom it will make no difference whether he lives or does not live, he will be the new man. He who overcomes pain and fear will himself be God. And this [current] God will not be.”

“But do you understand, I cry to him, do you understand that along with happiness, in the exact same way and in perfectly equal proportion, man also needs unhappiness!"

These quotes show Dostoevsky’s exploration of the question of God and morality through his literature. The question of where morality comes from, the existence of God, and how God is related to morality form the core of Dostoevsky’s work, especially in later novels. The first quote essentially deconstructs the idea of God into its purest form; that is, the concept of the sacred. Therefore the quote argues that our conception of God, if not external, exists within us as the manifestation of our search for the sacred. The second quote explores this further, articulating how exactly a person can move from a philosophy of worship to a philosophy of self-mastery. Fear and pain, the character argues, are the core of mankind’s existence, and if those two things are overcome, man becomes God. The last quote is a rebuttal to the first one, claiming that man needs an equal proportion of happiness and unhappiness, and to simply remove fear and pain is absurd.
The previous sample (particularly the last quote) shows us that Dostoevsky can and does articulate both sides of the philosophical debates he explores. It is key to notice that Dostoevsky’s writing does not simplify the arguments of either side; he gives us as complete as possible a picture of both sides. This act separates Dostoevsky from other religious writers because Dostoevsky’s rigor in depicting both sides does not, at least on a topical reading, aid in the goal of converting readers to faith in God.
The final sample is a culmination of Dostoevsky’s journey into existentialism. From The Brothers Kamarazov:
"I believe that you are sincere and good at heart. If you do not attain happiness, always remember that you are on the right road, and try not to leave it. Above all, avoid falsehood, every kind of falsehood, especially falseness to yourself. Watch over your own deceitfulness and look into it every hour, every minute. Avoid being scornful, both to others and yourself. What seems to you bad within you will grown purer from the very fact that of your observing it in yourself. Avoid fear, too, though fear is only the result of falsehood. Never be frightened at your own faint-heartedness in attaining love. Don't be too frightened even at your evil actions. I am sorry I can say nothing more consoling to you, for love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared to love in dreams. Love in dreams is greedy for immediate action, rapidly performed and in the sight of all. Men will even give their lives if only the ordeal does not last long but is soon over, with all looking on and applauding as though on a stage. But active love is labour and fortitude, and for some people too, perhaps, a complete science."
This final sample gives us Doestoevsky’s philosophy at its most optimistic. The first section gives an exploration of “falsehood”, or lying. The key to this section is that, according Father Zossima, being conscious of your flaws and falsehoods is the key to overcoming them. Insight, not passion or deeds, becomes the key to morality in this case. The next section splits love into two categories: love in dreams and active love. Essentially, love in dreams is the ideal of love, or love as an ideal. This is the kind of love that arises from emotional passion and drives people to do impulsive, dramatic and otherwise grandiose acts in the name of the ideal of love, as long as the passion remains. This kind of love is a cause to be championed. It should also be noted that the sample depicts this kind of love as impermanent and fleeting. The other kind of love mentioned, active love, functions in an opposite matter. Referred to as “labour and fortitude”, active love requires patience and diligence.
An example of love in dreams could be any number of romantic comedies available at your local theatre. In romantic comedies, people who barely know each other become infatuated and do dramatic and outrageous things to profess their love for each other, and after a misunderstanding is overcome, are usually seen at the end of the movie happy and together. An example of active love would be what happens to the characters afterwards. Active love would be waking up beside your partner day after day for years, and being loyal, honest, kind, and respectful to your partner on an ongoing basis. The sample makes it seem as though active love is much harder to cultivate than love in dreams. If rising divorce rates are any indicator, this may be a relevant point.
Now that we have a general sense of the philosophy expressed through his literature, how does Dostoevsky the man compare to the ideas found in his work? Depending on your frame of reference, Dostoevsky’s life either mirrored his work, or occurred in spite of it. Dostoevsky was never rich, suffered from compulsive gambling, and spent four years working in a labour camp in Omsk, Siberia. Dostoevsky’s personal beliefs were more philosophical than political, evidenced by the fact that he had at various times denounced western-style capitalism and soviet socialism. His faith, however, was at once absolute and inquisitive. This was a man who doubted his own faith while keeping it. In his own words:
“I will tell you that at such moments one thirsts for faith as `the parched
grass, ' and one finds it at last because truth becomes evident in unhappiness. I
will tell you that I am a child of my century, a child of disbelief and doubt, I am
that today and (I know it) will remain so until the grave. How much terrible
torture this thirst for faith has cost me and costs me even now, which is all the
stronger in my soul the more arguments I can find against it. And yet, God
sends me sometimes instants when I am completely calm; at those instants I
love and I feel loved by others, and it is at these instants that I have shaped for
myself a Credo where everything is clear and sacred for me. This Credo is very
simple, here it is: to believe that nothing is more beautiful, profound, sympath-
etic, reasonable, manly, and more perfect than Christ; and I tell myself with a
jealous love that not only that there is nothing but that there cannot be
anything. Even more, if someone proved to me that Christ is outside the truth,
and that in reality the truth were outside of Christ, then I should remain with
Christ rather than with the truth (Pisma, edited and annotated by A.S. Dolinin,
4 vols. Moscow, 1928-1959, I:142, cited in Joseph Frank, Dostoevsky: The Years
of Ordeal, 1849-1859, Princeton, N.J.: Princeton University Press, 1983, p. 160).”
This quote shows the difference between struggling with faith and struggling against it. Dostoevsky’s literature was the physical embodiment of his struggle with his faith, clashing atheistic and theistic principles together to find the shared morality within. Dostoevsky’s personal beliefs, however, were clearly theist and Christian, saying that if Christ were untrue, he would side with Christ rather than truth. His books, however, prove in their adept exploration of existentialism that Dostoevsky’s self-described “torture” of doubt is a blessing for anyone who reads his books; not in order to be convinced for or against faith, but simply to understand faith as a concept more clearly. Whether or not Dostoevsky envisioned his work to be loved by minds as diverse as Nietzsche and Einstein, obviously there is much to be learned from his work about man’s struggle with God, morality, love, and other existentialist issues.

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Do you ever get the impulse to encapsulate an epiphany you've had?

I wanna build a monument when I feel that way. something that lasts
until long after I've forgotten the feeling. the idea, the sentiment,
the clairity.

of course I have my monuments. my encapsulated versions of myself
where I found something worth keeping.

for example, this post is a monument to the realizationzdrxx

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I'm not saying that it's wrong
I'm not saying that it's right
you drew a line in the sand
and now I'm out of you're life

I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt sometimes
but musicians only advocate their side
still I'm wondering if I saw you try
cause god knows we all saw me try

I've got some selfish pain that I can't hide
goodbye

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It's true somebody said it
maybe better than me

but they weren't standing here
and they weren't me

and if you need to ask the question
you need to say hello

cause there's nothing more boring
than those who claim to know

to ask a nervous question
like "what do you think of me?"

to face an uncertain future
and say "what could you be?"

the fear that isn't fear
you feel when you are shaking

it's when you've found something
it's hidden in what we're making

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I used to work on handling it better

when I should have been killing it

you can't reach into your pocket

if you ripped out the seam

don't give up on giving up
sometimes it's the best way to make it

please Jesse

I love you but you've got to let yourself be

don't be ashamed, just be

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of course we are gods;
we can imagine!

of course we are imperfect;
we can imagine!

of course we are disappointed;
we can imagine!

of course we are doomed to change;
we can imagine.

of course we are driven;
we can imagine.

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imagine the moment spent upon waking
the cusp between dream and consiousness
to know you are awake
to know you are awake and alive
to know that and nothing else
not who you are,
not where you are,
nothing.
this place without names does not have a name.
it is
serene.

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and the wind blew it down
it blue our love down
and the sky, blue, tried
to remind me of the times
that you said to me, and to you,
"I love you dearly"
like the wind, the sky, and your eyes,
you spoke so clearly
and your eyes, and the sky, and mine
are blue and feeling
and the times that would fly us around
were filled with feeling
it's a tribute, I make a sound
cause my mind is reeling

The moon.
The sand.
That was perfect.
I was flawed,
you were not the same.
But the moon, the sand,
that was real.

Art isnt beautiful because it is scarce, it is beautiful because it encapsulates the overwhelming beauty we all live with in every day. Every single day we experience hundreds of thousands of beautiful things. I am so overwhelmed by the beauty surrounding me. It is everywhere. There is so much that the act of encapsulating one single part of it is difficult not because there is a lack of material to draw from, but because everything I go through is filled with so much meaning (positive AND negative) that there is simply not enough time to crystalize one part of it. Does that mean that to make amazing art you need to detach from life long enough to isolate the one part of it you want to identify as beautiful? I do not know!

It is not a crime of passion,

It is an acceptance

The music, drifting, throbbing, reminds me

I still love you, all of you.

It is a crime

that I do not have time

to build a sacred shrine

to you, to us,

to every single memory.

a shrine for every one!

So I build my imperfect shrines

monuments to you

in awe of every moment

can you hear my adulation!

can you hear my concoction

equal parts love, anger, fear, joy

above all, I am humbled

we built something larger

larger than both of us

a monument, standing

a shrine, lasting.

I would like to keep building

its why I keep smiling

smiling, building a feeling.

Sex offenders. no one likes them, and many people carry a kind of hatred for them that is more emotional than for any other kind of criminal, and for good reason. Horrible things done to the most vulnerable people: children. But what if our emotional anger towards sex offenders is actually making our societies less safe for children? We spend more on trying to keep convicted sex offenders away from children (and failing despite how much we spend) than we do on working towards safer families. Because the overwhelming majority of the time, child molestation happens in the family.