Birkensnake 6

Happiness

Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now?

A Technocrat’s Dream

You are what you eat. You are what we eat. We are what you eat. We are what we eat. I am what you eat. You are what I eat. They are what you eat. You are what they eat. She is what you eat. You are what she eats. He is what you eat. You are what he eats. It is what you eat. You are what it eats. Ours is what you eat. You are what ours eat. Hers is what she eats. His is what he eats. Hers is what he eats. His is what she eats.

Upon Reflecting on a Conversation with James Pate after His visit to Chicago Late 2011

I’m sorry but logic cannot logic liquefy. I’m sorry but logic cannot logic deflower. I’m sorry but logic cannot logic obliterate. I’m sorry but logic cannot logic erase. I’m sorry but logic cannot logic delete. I’m sorry but logic cannot logic render unknown. I’m sorry but logic cannot logic pulverize. I’m sorry but logic cannot logic wipe off of the face of the earth. I’m sorry but logic cannot logic crunch under its boot. I’m sorry but logic cannot logic euthanize. I’m sorry but logic cannot logic disappear. I’m sorry but logic cannot logic throw from a plane into an ocean. I’m sorry but logic cannot logic reduce to nothing. I’m sorry but logic cannot logic chop into pieces.

Dick Cheney’s Smirk

Yes, also, thinking is detrimental to your peace of mind. Yes, the Buddha offered up his blood to the starving tiger. However, one also has to choose for which starving tiger one sacrifices one’s blood. The point is that the tiger, once confronted with your empathy, has a choice too: to continue to starve to death or to take your life. Some tigers are greedy and deserve to starve to death. In making such a choice, one becomes responsible for one’s freedom, as Sartre would say. In avoiding such a choice, which let’s face it, is a moral judgment, one refuses to be human, inasmuch as one is in breach of Rousseau’s Social Contract. That choice between self-sacrifice and self-indulgence is not always about hammock sizes. Sometimes it is almost enough to trouble the countenance.

A Slave to the Name

She must first obey her father, then her husband when she becomes an ajuma, and finally obey her son as a halmoni. Any woman who violates or lives outside of these roles is called a ch’angyŏ (prostitute).
 — Kim Hyesoon

A male slave’s daughter has her father’s master’s name. A male slave’s son has his father’s master’s name. A female slave has her father’s master’s name until she marries and takes her husband’s master’s name. A man has his father’s name. A woman has her father’s name until she marries and takes her husband’s name. A man’s son has his father’s name. A man’s daughter has her father’s name until she marries and takes her husband’s name.