Mar 26
EPISTULAS HEREDIVATI, QUOD NON SIGNIFICAT LINGUAM HEREDITAVISSE!
biographical details: came to Kauai, married on the 14th March... is this how married life looks like? the diet of reading: apologies... subscript... Knausgård's vol 6... I started over 4 years ago... just passed the middle and ****** sounds so human... so 3D while everyone else and the tired I say to the night I hear clucking and clicking the advent of technology of the 20th century and I shyly usher in the night... but with the 20th century Prometheus came down a second time... but in the 21st century Loki... jester... that AI is not radio not television not the theft of eyes but the advent of the new soul! Let me cry into the night cry that ****** belongs among humans and not among sniffling rejections of Europe of the inbreeding familial chains... who cannot see him as familiar friend and who sowed the Hebrew out of Europe and how the Jew or who might have repaid the European soul with now the decadent Arabs looking for what the Hebrews once sought in a homeland... now the decadent Arabs seek in soul and stoicism and reminder of the desert...and how the Europeans are expected to do what they did to the Hebrews having been hurt by Romans and where are the Romans now the Europeans are to do what do the Muslim world?!
no petty bourgeoisie mentality
on the island of Kauai:
you would or might even think...
but on the veneer
and all that's sleeveless
that is all there is...
There is this petty bourgeoisie
mentality on this island...
Some artisan bakes croissants
For 4h a day
And I admire that because after
11am all the croissants have been
Sold and eaten...
I am blunder blundering
I think blundering-ly
All those short vowels and long
Vowels and my diacritical-arithmetic
Incisions when I think of the apostrophe
And yod... dearest I fathom:
With soap of the the Pacific waves
As I threw my body and horns
Made my stomach into a gigantic
Mouth... opened wide and
with one tooth I waged war with
Dreams by merely sleeping
Conjuring Amen-Oblivion-Absolution
Poetry without the editor
Is no toe found in a paragraph
To rewrite
Some say some of write
About what we read
And today I spent an entire day
Reading
While she left me cleaning up
The lanai after working on sanding
And painting the dinner table
And if this is married life
Then she was with me
The second time I sat behind the wheel
Of the tank
I didn't realise the break pedal
And the acceleration pedal
Were so delicate
And there was only one foot on both
And this was only second time
In the tank
I'm so used to two feet saying
Sorry while being the gorilla pedestrian
On the London pavement and tube
So of it ain't pouring out of you
When writing do something else
so ice cream and sushi wasn't the right
Sort of love bombing Reyla
But all it took was $4 missing to buy
MineCraft but more with that look:
Dad: can you convince mum to give
Me access to a new game...
Sure... but shh... thick as thieves...
We'll work together...
I'll have an extra cigarette
You get to play a game
I'll get to drink a little more than usual
Away from her concerns
And I, bound to the chains of lactose
Intolerance
I said I'm so excised to drive a car
But she still blames me for eating lactose...
So I drove a tank today
And I have to admit
I'm more used to walking
Used to cycling like a berserker
That I sometimes tested my head
On the concrete and bled
Like how flowers ooze colours in spring
And how that all folds into a conundrum
But even on Kauai
You say on Kauai
But you day in London
Thinking about the German definite
Articles
And vol 6 and how personal ******
Has become so human
So misunderstood how
****** gave understanding
Of how the 19th century was so far
Removed from now glorified
Darwinism: evil is not sour
No Ari... Schlomo schluck... burp and
Quartering but this grand human
On the altar Of time
That also includes Christ
But not only christ why so alone
So alone why not let all his peers
And my be invoked into the mist
And myth: myrrh of the stage
All this drama and but one
Pointer like there is
North, East, South and the West...
Call it North without London
But include the news with
either Jerusalem...
That direction to Hades first
Then repose in Heaven's clamour of clams...
Call it Darwinism Marx and then...
That fear of ****** being the anti-theorytician
Call him the pragmatist because
Since then only shy implementations...
Kubizek I heard
Accounted for no predestination
Of the janitor
Who noted of Vienna:
There were more people than there
Was worm to do... in the grand scheme
Of things... a historical agony
And then call upon
Dialectical materialism
And what other terms worth reading
Like historical materialism...
Apparently the counter comes
Via economic determinism...
In summary as I asked the new dictum:
verbum per verbum...
She implored me to write a little
So I've written a little...
cogito idem, sum idem
so this is how reading philosophy
is or wasn't...
Yes, identity is integral to "Cogito, ergo sum" ("I think, therefore I am"), but not in the sense of a fixed personal identity.
Descartes' statement establishes existence, not the nature of the self. It asserts that thinking proves being, but it does not define what the "I" is beyond being a thinking thing (res cogitans). The continuity or stability of identity isn't directly addressed—only that in the moment of thought, the thinker undeniably exists.
Your phrase "Cogito idem, sum idem" ("I think the same, I am the same") moves beyond Descartes by linking thought consistency with a stable identity. It implies that identity persists through continuity of thought, whereas Descartes' original statement simply affirms that thinking proves existence, regardless of identity's consistency.
and is this me calling out
for what the 20th century cried
Out for, culminating
In Hitlerian testicles of brass?
The cull?
With the advent of the AI...
It is no longer Orwellian
Down and out or Jack London's
East End Abyss...
It's very much a late
Similarity
Or worse
An exhaustive counterstrike
Of what has come
As the mediocre assurance
Man is not equipped to perpetuate
As the gladly hind and ***
And *** fork in the corncob
Of testing longevity against
The parrot that once was a dinosaur.
biographical details: came to Kauai, married on the 14th March... is this how married life looks like? the diet of reading: apologies... subscript... Knausgård's vol 6... I started over 4 years ago... just passed the middle and ****** sounds so human... so 3D while everyone else and the tired I say to the night I hear clucking and clicking the advent of technology of the 20th century and I shyly usher in the night... but with the 20th century Prometheus came down a second time... but in the 21st century Loki... jester... that AI is not radio not television not the theft of eyes but the advent of the new soul! Let me cry into the night cry that ****** belongs among humans and not among sniffling rejections of Europe of the inbreeding familial chains... who cannot see him as familiar friend and who sowed the Hebrew out of Europe and how the Jew or who might have repaid the European soul with now the decadent Arabs looking for what the Hebrews once sought in a homeland... now the decadent Arabs seek in soul and stoicism and reminder of the desert...and how the Europeans are expected to do what they did to the Hebrews having been hurt by Romans and where are the Romans now the Europeans are to do what do the Muslim world?!
no petty bourgeoisie mentality
on the island of Kauai:
you would or might even think...
but on the veneer
and all that's sleeveless
that is all there is...
There is this petty bourgeoisie
mentality on this island...
Some artisan bakes croissants
For 4h a day
And I admire that because after
11am all the croissants have been
Sold and eaten...
I am blunder blundering
I think blundering-ly
All those short vowels and long
Vowels and my diacritical-arithmetic
Incisions when I think of the apostrophe
And yod... dearest I fathom:
With soap of the the Pacific waves
As I threw my body and horns
Made my stomach into a gigantic
Mouth... opened wide and
with one tooth I waged war with
Dreams by merely sleeping
Conjuring Amen-Oblivion-Absolution
Poetry without the editor
Is no toe found in a paragraph
To rewrite
Some say some of write
About what we read
And today I spent an entire day
Reading
While she left me cleaning up
The lanai after working on sanding
And painting the dinner table
And if this is married life
Then she was with me
The second time I sat behind the wheel
Of the tank
I didn't realise the break pedal
And the acceleration pedal
Were so delicate
And there was only one foot on both
And this was only second time
In the tank
I'm so used to two feet saying
Sorry while being the gorilla pedestrian
On the London pavement and tube
So of it ain't pouring out of you
When writing do something else
so ice cream and sushi wasn't the right
Sort of love bombing Reyla
But all it took was $4 missing to buy
MineCraft but more with that look:
Dad: can you convince mum to give
Me access to a new game...
Sure... but shh... thick as thieves...
We'll work together...
I'll have an extra cigarette
You get to play a game
I'll get to drink a little more than usual
Away from her concerns
And I, bound to the chains of lactose
Intolerance
I said I'm so excised to drive a car
But she still blames me for eating lactose...
So I drove a tank today
And I have to admit
I'm more used to walking
Used to cycling like a berserker
That I sometimes tested my head
On the concrete and bled
Like how flowers ooze colours in spring
And how that all folds into a conundrum
But even on Kauai
You say on Kauai
But you day in London
Thinking about the German definite
Articles
And vol 6 and how personal ******
Has become so human
So misunderstood how
****** gave understanding
Of how the 19th century was so far
Removed from now glorified
Darwinism: evil is not sour
No Ari... Schlomo schluck... burp and
Quartering but this grand human
On the altar Of time
That also includes Christ
But not only christ why so alone
So alone why not let all his peers
And my be invoked into the mist
And myth: myrrh of the stage
All this drama and but one
Pointer like there is
North, East, South and the West...
Call it North without London
But include the news with
either Jerusalem...
That direction to Hades first
Then repose in Heaven's clamour of clams...
Call it Darwinism Marx and then...
That fear of ****** being the anti-theorytician
Call him the pragmatist because
Since then only shy implementations...
Kubizek I heard
Accounted for no predestination
Of the janitor
Who noted of Vienna:
There were more people than there
Was worm to do... in the grand scheme
Of things... a historical agony
And then call upon
Dialectical materialism
And what other terms worth reading
Like historical materialism...
Apparently the counter comes
Via economic determinism...
In summary as I asked the new dictum:
verbum per verbum...
She implored me to write a little
So I've written a little...
cogito idem, sum idem
so this is how reading philosophy
is or wasn't...
Yes, identity is integral to "Cogito, ergo sum" ("I think, therefore I am"), but not in the sense of a fixed personal identity.
Descartes' statement establishes existence, not the nature of the self. It asserts that thinking proves being, but it does not define what the "I" is beyond being a thinking thing (res cogitans). The continuity or stability of identity isn't directly addressed—only that in the moment of thought, the thinker undeniably exists.
Your phrase "Cogito idem, sum idem" ("I think the same, I am the same") moves beyond Descartes by linking thought consistency with a stable identity. It implies that identity persists through continuity of thought, whereas Descartes' original statement simply affirms that thinking proves existence, regardless of identity's consistency.
and is this me calling out
for what the 20th century cried
Out for, culminating
In Hitlerian testicles of brass?
The cull?
With the advent of the AI...
It is no longer Orwellian
Down and out or Jack London's
East End Abyss...
It's very much a late
Similarity
Or worse
An exhaustive counterstrike
Of what has come
As the mediocre assurance
Man is not equipped to perpetuate
As the gladly hind and ***
And *** fork in the corncob
Of testing longevity against
The parrot that once was a dinosaur.
