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Triss Teh: 26 November 2014
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Friday, November 28, 2014. I almost crashed today. Countless times around a familiar curve, and I almost go too fast into a commercial truck. No reason I can cognitively fathom. Maybe I'm depressed and I don't know it yet. Pictures For Sad Children. A Nice Kind Of Mean. I've been here. http:/ happycontradictions.blogspot.com/. The Dreams That Make Us Real. Oh hey there. What is this? But didn't I say that blogging doesn't make me happy anymore? Well, people change. I found I missed t.
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Triss Teh: 27 November 2014
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Friday, November 28, 2014. There are rare moments when the world is muffled, and it becomes quiet enough to hear silence. Silence is first known as a pressure inhabiting the ears. This pressure is always there, and usually too faint to notice, and is commonly drowned out by the drone of life. After a few moments the pressure resolves into a high pitched E-flat on the edge of audibility, very faint and very close. Pictures For Sad Children. A Nice Kind Of Mean. The Dreams That Make Us Real.
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Triss Teh: 4 May 2015 - Tattered
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Monday, May 4, 2015. 4 May 2015 - Tattered. I am building a better me, one mystery at a time. All these rooms, curled up in silence and solitude; they could wait forever. I will not let them. Of present moments. And what could Hamlet change of the past? The Ghost gives him hope, incredulous hope; obscene hope; a hope to blot out virtue as the new moon blots in darkness where pale lunacy should reign. Gives him hope, reminds him, then leaves. How rude. Did Shakespeare know what he was writing? Welcome to ...
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Triss Teh: 5 December 2014 - Our Song
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Sunday, December 7, 2014. 5 December 2014 - Our Song. And then there is the problem of filtering. Always I want to edit, to make my words presentable. In a moment I think of Walt Whitman, and then I think of how easy it is to emulate his style, to sing our own song of ourselves. Whitman's poetic style is characterized by the lack of fixed rhyme, meter, or verse, select use of repetition, especially amphora,and the expectation to be read aloud. A democratic style for a democratic people. When did this bec...
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Triss Teh: 13 December 2014
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Sunday, December 14, 2014. There is so much I will never get to, simply because there is not enough time. There is no matchstick long enough or bright enough to illuminate all our desire. What is it that separates a child from an adult? There is the obvious like size and age, but then there are others like comport and bearing; and their static tendencies. Adults to me are defined by their settled drifting, their shifting in place. They have become who they are; they are molded clay in the kiln. So my dom...