Existentialism"Existence precedes essence" (a phrase coined by twentieth century French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre) is perhaps the best way to describe existentialism. Although there are several different forms of existentialism, the one thing they all have in common is their belief that there is no ultimate truth or that there is but humans can never fully grasp it--the former view being much more popular today. Perhaps the best book to read for understanding existentialism is Sartre's magnum opus, Being and Nothingness. Yet existentialism is far more extensive than just one book. To fully understand the philosophy it must be deconstructed and then put back together.Existentialism8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Existentialism can be seen partially as a reaction to the ideas of Hegel and Nietzsche—the latter being a kind of proto-existentialist. Modern existentialism can trace its roots back to Kiekegaard and Sartre. The philosophy can be said to be a successor of phenomenology, the philosophy, which states that being is the underlying reali
True PhilosophyTrue Philosophy10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Perhaps I'm just being dense, but it would seem that many deviations in the philosophical section are lacking a grounded logical path and a clear and substantial point. I've read about 10 today, trying to get a feel for the philosophical climate of DA.
The path struck by your writing is exactly what classical philosophy is about. Not the starting point, not the ending point, but the journey itself. It does not matter whether you are right or wrong, only that you have laid a path that does not readily contradict itself and seeks some sort of end.
You lay down an argument and we learn from it. It is the shape of your logic that we learn from, not your conclusion. It is the process that is important.
The majority of what I see on DA in terms of philosophy is not argument, but a string of conclusions. Minimal thinking and a shot-gun blast of unsubstantiated claims.
The most effective writing method I can recommend: focused expression of your thoughts as they come. If you write like this, y
philosophy.if a man puts a gun to his head and pulls the triggerphilosophy.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and no one is around to hear it,
does it make a sound?
Something ImaginedSpider silk gownsSomething Imagined3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for twirling ballerinas
skies of whimsy
in their flowing dance.
for peasant children
who turn it from rags
in imagined worlds
For the wise
Their forgotten language
To those too naïve
Lost in tangled forest,
Embedded in nature
Who rebuild broken stones
With fairy tales
And blank sheets of paper,
Who dream only of being
what they are not,
but don't know how to do it.
A Philosophy of Hell...."The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.A Philosophy of Hell....10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a me
:in between words and worlds:i.:in between words and worlds:3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With amorphous regret in my mind and genesis in my notebook I turn the page and there is the hateful etching of your name a hundred times over and over until its engraved on my wrists and under my eyelids, those crimson marks dispersing into atoms when I close my eyes, there is the slight tremble of the summer leaves and the south birds migration, there are the salmons leaping in ocean's tears and mountain's streams and there are cars whizzing by the empty voids between our words and worlds.
To you, words exist in worlds
And to me worlds live in the existence of words
But you'll only frown and turn away, and accuse me of being philosophical and boring.
Because maybe that's what I am, a cluster of clashing words,
Clashing worlds when I shut my eyes
And clashing sounds like soap water when I just l i s t e n .
In the translucent yellow of this candlelight, the lisp of words soften to words sifting above whispers, and in vain I sketch in my mind the shape of your smi
Daddy's Little GirlDaddy's little girl is getting put away; in the ground is now where she laysDaddy's Little Girl2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He can't hold back the tears as they pour out from his eyes
As he thinks of all the reasons his daughters not alive
He jumps into her grave and cradles her in his arms
He didn't want this world to cause her any bit of harm
His little girl's not breathing, her heart now doesn't beat
He's holding her tight knowing, he'll never be complete
Everyone watches him cradle his dead girl,
Knowing he won't survive much longer in this world
It takes all of his strength to get out of her grave
And to listen to all the support all of his friends gave
He just couldn't believe he'd never see her happy face again
And he felt his life has come to a sudden end
He watched them close the coffin and pile the dirt up high
And inside every feeling wanted him to die
When everyone had left and he was on his own
He thought of all the days he was going to be alone
He missed his daughter so much; it hurt to take a single breath
And he cou
The Life of AnimationThe Life of Animation5 years ago in Historical More Like This
"If this business was easy, it would be a sin."
-Hayao Miyazaki, Animerica Magazine. 1993
Animation is the youngest medium of art that mankind has created. Spanning barely over one hundred years, its history is as rich and dramatic as any other. Starting as the simple idea of an illusion of moving art by a couple clever innovators at Edison's film company in the early 1900's, it soon boomed into a mega-corporate commercial venture that employed thousands and captivated millions only decades later. It spread outside of America and took many different forms in many different countries and cultures. Today, the face of animation is very different than it ever was. Computers, corporate chokeholds and the death of the innovators of animation has left a doubtful future for the preservation of animation's defining age.
The 1910's saw the rise of animation as a serious medium and the first studios began to appear in the United States. Winsor McCay, a masterful draftsman and artist, had
Dying so YoungYou open your eyes and look at meDying so Young3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare back at you helplessly
You look so pale and weak
As you lie on this hospital bed
A huge white bandage covers your tiny little head
You reach for my hand and hold it tight
And all of my strength washes away
As tears fill my eyes
I try to hold them back but it's no use
They fall down my cheek
I know you're dying and there's nothing I can do
You're my best friend, without you there's no reason to go on.
You release my hand and wipe my tears
You smile with your pale white lips
"Don't cry" You say
I hold your hand and
I close my eyes shut for a while.
Then your hands start to lose its grip and my eyes open in fear.
You take a deep breath
Your last breath
and your eyes close
I stand there and watch as your body fades
"I'll miss you" I Whisper and pull the sheets over your face.
Dancing With Dreams'I'm back.'Dancing With Dreams3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The fragile silence collapsed. Slowly, the Other looked up, 'I thought... I thought you'd gone....'
'For longer...' Came the murmured reply.
The Speaker swallowed, 'I'd never leave you.'
'Then where did you go?' asked the Other, indignation making cold words hot.
'I went to chase that happy ending,' answered the Speaker, 'I danced with all the dreams in the world and tried to discover perfection.'
An icy glare, 'So, what did you find...?' The question was bitter.
'I realised that the dreams I danced with were mere imitations of you and I brought my happy ending back in a box.' The Speaker held out a small wooden container.
Taking it, the Other opened the box, 'It's empty.'
A small nod, 'My happy ending. It's you.'
Mosquito Songsun ray's spun silverMosquito Song3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
humming blood-drunk ballades:
fall to intangibility with meYou're just one of those lionhearted rarities; distinct in this world of fast-moving heartbeats and electric cacophony. For every key you touch is another second of pending and disquieted love. One of those ethereal extinctions; before everyone turns their eyes on you you've already flown away.fall to intangibility with me4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I stand watching under your dim balcony behind a happy façade; Watching you like a dream catcher. Because I keep cotton clouds in glass jars and paint my world in shades of white and write your name in the spaces between my fingertips.
Weeks are rigid borders like prison barring minutes in; and cliffs made of metal;
I watch you laugh and frown through those incandescent gold reflections.
I want to write you the most beautiful nocturne and paint you something abstract of gold swirls and blue intangibilities to hang on your ceiling;
to make you think of me.
While years and years race past me I drag old clothes out of closets until flecks of dust dance in the air because I want to be a butterf
Alphabet PhobiaAlphabet Phobia4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What are these wretched grades?
Is it a way that you choose to mock me?
I'd prefer you stabbed me with blades
So that death shall come & set me free
In this entire world, why is it that
A result card is the only system of judgement?
where an" F" means you should drop dead flat
an "A" earns you just a silly graduation cap
I don't want your over-sized gown
Frankly I don't aspire to look like a clown
I'll fail your test but never frown
Im stronger than letting an alphabet put me down
MatchmakingFor her the summer days are long. She is small and sweet, a cube of caramel with an aching aftertaste that lingers for ending too soon. Her arms and legs are pliable as grass, and as grass she swells like a sea with the wind saturating her hair. She is one of the movers who cannot dance, but were meant to, from a tight core low in the abdomen; and she walks the sidewalk on the diagonal, a magnet pulled to a dimly lit room with the bhh-bhh-bhh of good hip-swaying rock 'n roll.Matchmaking3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He rides the subway at night, beats rhymes into the stretched skin of the drum. He is an eagle fledgling, long-haired and brown eyed. His pants are red and he sits on the ground, tapping to the chug of the engine-- the drum is the engine. The next stop is his; for the rest of the ride, the train vainly echoes his rhythms, before stumbling upon a screech and twisting the pulse to abstraction. Until tomorrow it waits for him, to unkink its music.
They could love each other easily-- as much as flame
-Poem- A Thief's TaleRide the chilling wind,-Poem- A Thief's Tale4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
across the burning sand;
along the trail of life --
with it in your hands.
Items made through bloodshed,
seven for the priests;
with their magic powers,
to bring upon the peace.
Rage for fallen comrades,
scarred by darkened times;
revenge, his only wish,
to make up for the crime.
Defeat brought in battle,
but denied his death;
instead, trapped inside,
to await his final breath.
Millennia of silence,
until a new time came;
to possess a boy's body
and rule a Shadow Game.
falling into thunderThe lightning last nightfalling into thunder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like crashing bolts, like silver swords
from the deep ebony above,
[the colors of your summer gaze]
there were no clouds,
[for they were floating in my mind]
his still image, in black and white, that smile
was like mudwater, filling up the gaps,
the blank, empty, deep voids
under my eyelids
I pull the blanket to my chin,
[flash, flash, boom goes the lightning above,
and i pretend to see a window shatter like ice,
[even shadows have deceased, to the brightest gleams of nowhere]
maybe you've awaken,
to this sound of a musical mess
our dreamy, dark reign
[don't you fall asleep now, with the darkness weeping its only known song,
because if fish have a memory of seven seconds, then you should forget me too.
resurfaced (sapphire suns)the thing is,resurfaced (sapphire suns)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if it had been different,
through cigarette-thin lips would've come
my name, wrapped in the scent of amber gin.
on wooden floors we'd be lined in light
again, laying so close. not touching.
if it was a cry for help,
nobody was really listening, were they, not
even your father, and so you left,
left in more ways than one, and i only heard you
when it didn't matter anymore.
the thing is,
you've been gone from my mind and heart
for years now, i've lost count.
days have been more fleeting than my own
inhales, my own exhales, or at least
it would seem.
the thing is, z,
time passes and changes.
my stars were yours once.
your skies were blue once.
if this is your call for attention,
these cyan heavens, these silver pinholes...
your invasion is my defeat.
Wedding RingWedding RingWedding Ring3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This ring I wear
On hand, once bare
This symbol that I bear
Beautiful, like you.
I never wanted diamonds
Eschewing that cold rainbow
I wanted something blue
Sapphires something that I knew
Diamonds were truly new.
I met you.
Sober, loving, true
There are so few
So few like you.
And what did you think of when you met
And set your eyes on me?
Sharing another drink
Stronger than your tea
And a bond
Breathed in, then yawned
As you brought it from the sink
We knew we were in sync
I accrued you from beyond
You, so eager to respond.
This ring I wear
Your ring, there
Upon the hands
Will shine, will gleam
And we will see them and will beam
The love of diamonds,
A better dream
So much to us they mean
So much to me you mean
In such a little thing .
Let the bells of our love ring
Let the gold and diamonds sing
Let the sun glint and bring
So much love
Wrapped up tight
She is real..Voices, Personalities.She is real..3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somebody else, is inside this head.
I'm not crazy, right?
I can't let them get the best of me...
It has a name?
It has a gender?
It's just my mind cracking.
It shouldn't exist
She comforts me, whispering words in my mind.
She has come to exist,
Only for the sake of my sanity..
She wishes she could hold me,
But she only exists in my mind.
They tell me, that she is wrong.
I should overcome her,
that she is only repressed memories. Taking form
She will speak for me one day..
When the weight becomes too much..