Month: December 2011
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Aesthetics, ethics, and justice ask to be brought into harmony
Beyond my bedroom window: pigeons atop a barren tree amid the autumn drizzle. * Beyond the living room window: a birch tree, leaves burnt by fire, hoary frost unworldly. Brief Reflections 1. To see an object properly, discriminatively, is to be attentive to its demands. 2. The object asks to be loved. Will you love…
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On Anne Page’s courage
The woman was beautiful and strong but sad. Doubtless she married badly. Evidence for this can be perceived in her slightly downcast left eye; in her stilted, rigid left hand; in the spine that gives the impression of needing to be held up by strength of will. To one with her aesthetic temperament, life had…
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The latest version of my short public bio
It’s not a bad time to think amid the unsettled restlessness. After a plane from New York deposited me somewhere in the South. As the grass lies yellow and the moors I don’t see but imagine settle in. Might not be a bad time, then, to return to where we’ve begun, to add a few…
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On being in debt up to your ears (but in a good way)
On Philosophy as the Love of Giving “In gratitude,” the note said. Inside the box was a book by Seneca, Epistles 1-65 of the Loeb Harvard Edition. The old man Seneca is writing to his younger philosophical friend and pupil Lucius, a Roman knight and civil servant. The letters were meant both to educate Lucius in…
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Of this ineffable
My mother covering me, wholly, from the man with the gun. That was the dream. Being at home in the world. Fuck you, Freud. — I spoke to my friend and former lover after she’d returned from South Sudan. This would have been about a week or so ago. Life was hard there, she said.…
Andrew Taggart, Ph.D. 
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