Nihilism Category

A thorn from “Morning Notes”

A thorn of existence is wakefulness A thorn in my flesh is suddenly arousing from my bed in middle of the night A thorn to that day I was born and the day I will die A thorn and millions thorns in my flesh The euphoria of being in the world is a thorn All […]

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Fighting Nihilism “War of Intellect”

I am a nihilist and I am alive I am fighting this on going nihilism What courage and what greatness my mind possesses I absorbed all great philosophical works and haven’t killed my self yet What is this universal will a thing in itself with a little touch of madness Schopenhauer loves to talk about […]

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The barking dogs “Poem”

The dogs barking in middle of night The streets possessed by homeless people The roads occupied by cars like devils rooming here and there Why do these dogs bark? What is bothering them? The world is asleep then why these dogs are awake? Why do these dogs run to and fro looking for a prey? […]

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Dasein “Being” A Proposition

All through my personal experience of growing up in a radical Islamic country I conclude this being which “Heidegger” referred as Dasein or “Being” always seeks to flee from itself as a thing in itself and it will not be wrong to say that we live highly as inauthentic beings . Now the question one […]

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Desiring an Early death “Poem”

How I long for an early death with no funeral How I want my death to be a mystery How convenient it would be having no one to shed tears How peaceful an early death is in imagination A passionate death without any remorse or mourning A warm welcome O death come and take me […]

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Confessions of a dangerous Mind “Aphorisms”

I walked and walked all my life from cradle to grave I took a pledge never to see myself getting old and humble but restless like the seas always hitting the shores What is life? I don’t know but How I endure each minute only Satan knows I always admired Satan for his boldness and […]

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A Thug, A philosopher and A King “Poem”

On the East side of Tampa a thug, a philosopher and a king sit together in the garage The thug said, “I rhyme cause I have to survive and make people lazy and make money then they come to streets lazy and bored for something to inspire and escape” That is how I make my […]

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First Impressions from Graveyards

What is a graveyard if not our real home? Whenever I see a grave it reminds me of the fact that all will end soon and it must happen as sooner as possible A mother told me her young son died how happily I would change my life with her dead son There should be […]

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Life vs Death “Maxims”

“I am waiting for your last breath” says angel Azrael every night and morning standing near my bed What is life if not a mere accident? The event of my birth remains the everlasting torment what else hell would be if not life itself Death is my only salvation all else a theatrical drama I […]

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POET CAFE - blog by Alex Markovich (42 y.o., Russia, author, artist, theater director)

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Just a personal blog. I'm not trying to sell you anything.

RENEE VERONA

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Paper Life Painting

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