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HSP Polymath. Words & pictures about consciousness, nature, philosophy, science, tech, quantum, innovation and stuff in between.
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Tracy Chapman - Change (Official Music Video)
YouTube video by Tracy Chapman
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October 26, 2025 at 3:16 AM
Fugees - Ready Or Not (Official HD Video)
YouTube video by TheFugeesVEVO
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October 26, 2025 at 2:53 AM
Scar Tissue
These injuries are invisible
wounds beyond skin
inflicted by soul-bonds and betrayals.
Not mere superficial cuts and grazes these
to be patched and sewn.
They're etched deep into cellular being
fissures forming who we are:
products of our wounding;
These injuries are invisible
wounds beyond skin
inflicted by soul-bonds and betrayals.
Not mere superficial cuts and grazes these
to be patched and sewn.
They're etched deep into cellular being
fissures forming who we are:
products of our wounding;
September 20, 2025 at 9:21 PM
Scar Tissue
These injuries are invisible
wounds beyond skin
inflicted by soul-bonds and betrayals.
Not mere superficial cuts and grazes these
to be patched and sewn.
They're etched deep into cellular being
fissures forming who we are:
products of our wounding;
These injuries are invisible
wounds beyond skin
inflicted by soul-bonds and betrayals.
Not mere superficial cuts and grazes these
to be patched and sewn.
They're etched deep into cellular being
fissures forming who we are:
products of our wounding;
Mothering.
How can I express
What I felt
When I carried you in my depths
Bore you in my bones
Then, by necessity
let you go?
That separateness of self
Perfected Egoism
By Western ideal
Never quite followed
Never quite made sense
Because always
No matter where or how you are...
How can I express
What I felt
When I carried you in my depths
Bore you in my bones
Then, by necessity
let you go?
That separateness of self
Perfected Egoism
By Western ideal
Never quite followed
Never quite made sense
Because always
No matter where or how you are...
September 11, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Mothering.
How can I express
What I felt
When I carried you in my depths
Bore you in my bones
Then, by necessity
let you go?
That separateness of self
Perfected Egoism
By Western ideal
Never quite followed
Never quite made sense
Because always
No matter where or how you are...
How can I express
What I felt
When I carried you in my depths
Bore you in my bones
Then, by necessity
let you go?
That separateness of self
Perfected Egoism
By Western ideal
Never quite followed
Never quite made sense
Because always
No matter where or how you are...
Blackstone
Blackstone keeps on building
seizing space
behind our backs
because that is what matters,
right?
The rapid rise of GPU
growing right by our back door.
Space for shelter
Or for growing food
Not so necessary
As quenching that insatiable
First World thirst
for storing and harvesting data.
Blackstone keeps on building
seizing space
behind our backs
because that is what matters,
right?
The rapid rise of GPU
growing right by our back door.
Space for shelter
Or for growing food
Not so necessary
As quenching that insatiable
First World thirst
for storing and harvesting data.
August 23, 2025 at 1:54 AM
Blackstone
Blackstone keeps on building
seizing space
behind our backs
because that is what matters,
right?
The rapid rise of GPU
growing right by our back door.
Space for shelter
Or for growing food
Not so necessary
As quenching that insatiable
First World thirst
for storing and harvesting data.
Blackstone keeps on building
seizing space
behind our backs
because that is what matters,
right?
The rapid rise of GPU
growing right by our back door.
Space for shelter
Or for growing food
Not so necessary
As quenching that insatiable
First World thirst
for storing and harvesting data.
Busyness
I had a busy week
Doing stuff
Making progress
Toward conventional ideal
of enough
Yet I ended
Feeling strangely dissatisfied.
Disquieted.
Why?
I didn't write much.
I guess I wasn't so busy
after all.
#poetry
I had a busy week
Doing stuff
Making progress
Toward conventional ideal
of enough
Yet I ended
Feeling strangely dissatisfied.
Disquieted.
Why?
I didn't write much.
I guess I wasn't so busy
after all.
#poetry
August 23, 2025 at 1:17 AM
Busyness
I had a busy week
Doing stuff
Making progress
Toward conventional ideal
of enough
Yet I ended
Feeling strangely dissatisfied.
Disquieted.
Why?
I didn't write much.
I guess I wasn't so busy
after all.
#poetry
I had a busy week
Doing stuff
Making progress
Toward conventional ideal
of enough
Yet I ended
Feeling strangely dissatisfied.
Disquieted.
Why?
I didn't write much.
I guess I wasn't so busy
after all.
#poetry
Debating consciousness theory at 2am with a classical physicist is inadvisable.
August 23, 2025 at 12:53 AM
Debating consciousness theory at 2am with a classical physicist is inadvisable.
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Black moon incoming...
(Pic shows waning/third quarter moon, taken last week) #astronomy #blackmoon #beginnings
(Pic shows waning/third quarter moon, taken last week) #astronomy #blackmoon #beginnings
August 22, 2025 at 5:03 PM
Black moon incoming...
(Pic shows waning/third quarter moon, taken last week) #astronomy #blackmoon #beginnings
(Pic shows waning/third quarter moon, taken last week) #astronomy #blackmoon #beginnings
This week I have mostly been reading... 30 years old and more relevant today than ever #StatePolitics #sanity
August 22, 2025 at 5:02 PM
This week I have mostly been reading... 30 years old and more relevant today than ever #StatePolitics #sanity
Song of sleep
Let me sing a song of sleep
To you, my love
Let me take you deep
To rest, my love
Let me set you down
In space that's safe
So you won't frown
Or feel distress,
Or know the need to flow
And 'scape
The hornet's nest, my love
Let me sing a song of sleep.
So that you may rest
My love.
Let me sing a song of sleep
To you, my love
Let me take you deep
To rest, my love
Let me set you down
In space that's safe
So you won't frown
Or feel distress,
Or know the need to flow
And 'scape
The hornet's nest, my love
Let me sing a song of sleep.
So that you may rest
My love.
August 9, 2025 at 4:23 AM
Song of sleep
Let me sing a song of sleep
To you, my love
Let me take you deep
To rest, my love
Let me set you down
In space that's safe
So you won't frown
Or feel distress,
Or know the need to flow
And 'scape
The hornet's nest, my love
Let me sing a song of sleep.
So that you may rest
My love.
Let me sing a song of sleep
To you, my love
Let me take you deep
To rest, my love
Let me set you down
In space that's safe
So you won't frown
Or feel distress,
Or know the need to flow
And 'scape
The hornet's nest, my love
Let me sing a song of sleep.
So that you may rest
My love.
Sometimes I don't sleep so well
It's like I hover in the space
Between alive-ness and dead-ness
How does that feel?
Well, it has a term
It's called insomnia
Meaning lack of sleep
But that doesn't quite cover
how I feel.
It's entrapment
caught in time and space
and too aware
of what is real.
#poem
It's like I hover in the space
Between alive-ness and dead-ness
How does that feel?
Well, it has a term
It's called insomnia
Meaning lack of sleep
But that doesn't quite cover
how I feel.
It's entrapment
caught in time and space
and too aware
of what is real.
#poem
August 9, 2025 at 3:27 AM
Sometimes I don't sleep so well
It's like I hover in the space
Between alive-ness and dead-ness
How does that feel?
Well, it has a term
It's called insomnia
Meaning lack of sleep
But that doesn't quite cover
how I feel.
It's entrapment
caught in time and space
and too aware
of what is real.
#poem
It's like I hover in the space
Between alive-ness and dead-ness
How does that feel?
Well, it has a term
It's called insomnia
Meaning lack of sleep
But that doesn't quite cover
how I feel.
It's entrapment
caught in time and space
and too aware
of what is real.
#poem
This deserves more attention. Not because it's mine, just bc it is.
It's interesting that the video uses a uniquely singular demographic to illustrate this vibe. Exclusively young, able-bodied adults.
August 9, 2025 at 3:12 AM
This deserves more attention. Not because it's mine, just bc it is.
I feel the need to make a statement
Here it is:
I fully love men
I've never had a problem with them
What I have issue with
Is weak argument
And illogicism
And fairly often
Men can't handle that
So show me one who can.
Who's able to let go.
Because, my love
That's a man in love with feminism.
Here it is:
I fully love men
I've never had a problem with them
What I have issue with
Is weak argument
And illogicism
And fairly often
Men can't handle that
So show me one who can.
Who's able to let go.
Because, my love
That's a man in love with feminism.
August 9, 2025 at 3:07 AM
I feel the need to make a statement
Here it is:
I fully love men
I've never had a problem with them
What I have issue with
Is weak argument
And illogicism
And fairly often
Men can't handle that
So show me one who can.
Who's able to let go.
Because, my love
That's a man in love with feminism.
Here it is:
I fully love men
I've never had a problem with them
What I have issue with
Is weak argument
And illogicism
And fairly often
Men can't handle that
So show me one who can.
Who's able to let go.
Because, my love
That's a man in love with feminism.
I would have loved...
I would have loved to go to the Grand Canyon someday
Not necessarily
to walk in its deep chasm
but just to stand, and see...
I would have loved to hug a Californian redwood tree
To wrap my arms around its breadth
And fully know its ancient authenticity
I would have loved to go to the Grand Canyon someday
Not necessarily
to walk in its deep chasm
but just to stand, and see...
I would have loved to hug a Californian redwood tree
To wrap my arms around its breadth
And fully know its ancient authenticity
August 9, 2025 at 2:50 AM
I would have loved...
I would have loved to go to the Grand Canyon someday
Not necessarily
to walk in its deep chasm
but just to stand, and see...
I would have loved to hug a Californian redwood tree
To wrap my arms around its breadth
And fully know its ancient authenticity
I would have loved to go to the Grand Canyon someday
Not necessarily
to walk in its deep chasm
but just to stand, and see...
I would have loved to hug a Californian redwood tree
To wrap my arms around its breadth
And fully know its ancient authenticity
How can a man presume to know or second guess? I am by no means a Melania apologist but...this is a takedown and so many US takedowns these days seem to be launched at women, of both sides of the political spectrum. Coincidence?
August 9, 2025 at 2:17 AM
How can a man presume to know or second guess? I am by no means a Melania apologist but...this is a takedown and so many US takedowns these days seem to be launched at women, of both sides of the political spectrum. Coincidence?
They weren't making fun of how he looks, they were making fun of all the effort he expends on looking like a serious writer. Crucial difference.
August 9, 2025 at 1:56 AM
They weren't making fun of how he looks, they were making fun of all the effort he expends on looking like a serious writer. Crucial difference.
One of my "all-time favourite tunes of all time, mate.. "
#DJSmashy #DJNicey
youtu.be/eE-dwpWpscU?...
#DJSmashy #DJNicey
youtu.be/eE-dwpWpscU?...
DJ Fresh ft Sian Evans - 'Louder' (Official Video)
YouTube video by Ministry of Sound
youtu.be
August 9, 2025 at 1:27 AM
One of my "all-time favourite tunes of all time, mate.. "
#DJSmashy #DJNicey
youtu.be/eE-dwpWpscU?...
#DJSmashy #DJNicey
youtu.be/eE-dwpWpscU?...
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Palestinian poet Najwan Darwish wrote this poem almost a decade ago.
July 26, 2025 at 8:05 PM
Palestinian poet Najwan Darwish wrote this poem almost a decade ago.
Stressed / Unstressed
August 1945
Hayden Carruth
Sweating and greasy in the dovecote where one of them lived
four young men drank "buzzy" from canteen cups, the drink
made from warm beer mixed half-and-half with colorless Italian
distilled alcohol. A strange fierce taste like bees in the mouth.
August 1945
Hayden Carruth
Sweating and greasy in the dovecote where one of them lived
four young men drank "buzzy" from canteen cups, the drink
made from warm beer mixed half-and-half with colorless Italian
distilled alcohol. A strange fierce taste like bees in the mouth.
August 8, 2025 at 11:21 PM
Stressed / Unstressed
August 1945
Hayden Carruth
Sweating and greasy in the dovecote where one of them lived
four young men drank "buzzy" from canteen cups, the drink
made from warm beer mixed half-and-half with colorless Italian
distilled alcohol. A strange fierce taste like bees in the mouth.
August 1945
Hayden Carruth
Sweating and greasy in the dovecote where one of them lived
four young men drank "buzzy" from canteen cups, the drink
made from warm beer mixed half-and-half with colorless Italian
distilled alcohol. A strange fierce taste like bees in the mouth.