The Observer

Enhance our senses together. I want you to think. Use your mind. It's beautiful. I can write about anything, and we can debate, we can talk, we can enjoy a community of thinkers. If you're sick of the monotony of life, the brainless people who crowd it with their lack of purpose and personal philosophies, join my goal to simply observe, to think, to live.

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I wish

Dear Reader,

I wish I could write like I beg you to.  I wish I could think like I encourage all of the people around me to.  I can’t.  Not always.  I don’t claim to be all knowing or a step ahead anyone else.  I only claim to be conscious of the fact that my mind needs cultivation.  It needs an environment in which it can grow.  It needs practice and care, and the scary part is how specific your outcomes may be depending on the kind of practice or the kind of care that you give your mind.  It’s shapable, moldable, impressionable, and yet you have the power to be the biggest impression of all, to black out the outside forces, the minds that attempt to magnetize, to find similarities in their own minds, only to lead yours astray.  Don’t fall for it, and check your thoughts daily.  Make sure they’re your own.  Question yourself.  Doubt.  Only through trial may you find truth.

The Observer

What is Enlightenment?

“What is Enlightenment?”

            Kant describes his idea of enlightenment similar to the idea of individualism.  He begins his article by stating that Enlightenment is the ability of a man to escape immaturity, and immaturity is man not being able to use his own mind, his knowledge and guidance, without the guiding hand of another person.  Kant urges people in general to have the courage to be individual, to escape the guidance of others and to use pure knowledge and understanding through only the guidance of one’s own mind.

            Kant, in searching for a reason why human beings tend to rely on others for the entirety of their lives on such a large scale, decided upon the human nature of laziness and cowardice as being the culprit for keeping men in their state of immaturity.  He explains that when one ceases to be an individual, when one relies solely on the thinking of another, he does not have to think himself, and is therefore freeing himself from any meaningful work in his life.  Kant alludes to different aspects of society in order to support and exemplify his point, pointing toward books to hold knowledge in the stead of a human mind, spiritual advisers to take the weight of having a conscience away, and a doctor to dictate even one’s diet.

            Kant characterizes this immaturity as being naturally imbedded into the minds of human beings, coming to the conclusion that not many people are able to bridge the gap between being immature followers of others and freeing themselves of maturity.  Looking toward a positive outcome of humanity’s current state, Kant claims that it would be easier for an entire public of people to enlighten itself rather than an individual.  He says that those who have already gained the ability to think for themselves, especially those who are placed in powerful positions by society could be able to stir the minds of those under them into believing that they too can think for themselves.  However, in doing so, a true change in the ways that individuals think would not be replaced with the ideas of the powerful people who encouraged them to think for themselves in the first place.  This is the reason why many people are likely to be confused, thinking they are independent, when in reality; they are following the ideas and guidance of others.  These powerful people who have learned to think for themselves are thus held somewhat responsible for the very society in which they live.

Using his description of the few people in power over others, Kant begins to talk about the clergy and the religious institutions themselves, feeling as though immaturity in matters of religion is the most dishonorable of all other immaturities.  He claims that the guardians or powerful people who represent spirituality should not be immature themselves.  He alludes to oaths that clergymen take when they are accepted into service, arguing that such an oath goes against human nature because it is unethical to ask a younger generation of clergy to comply to the same doctrine as a much older generation.  In this way, the new age is kept from expanding and learning, something that Kant believes is essential in the progression of humanity.

Although Kant somewhat supports religious institutions as long as their clergy are able to think for themselves and evolve into what is most needed by society, he also points out that it is unacceptable to raise up a religious institution that means to be permanent and unyielding in its way of belief without letting others speak out against it in public. 

Kant quickly jumps back to speaking of the individual and his means of achieving enlightenment by saying that although it is acceptable for a man to wait to receive enlightenment, it is not acceptable for him to forget it altogether.  In Kant’s eyes, this is spitting in the face of one’s natural freedoms, these natural freedoms including the search for personal salvation.  This search for salvation is something that Kant touches upon in relation to the idea of a ruling monarchy, saying that the monarchy has no business poking its fingers into the way that its subjects achieve salvation.  In Kant’s opinion, the job of government is to protect those who’s search for salvation is being halted or hindered by any other.  Kant ends his article by claiming that at his time of writing, the world was not in an enlightened age, but was well on its way in that direction.

            I agree with most of what Kant says.  It is man’s duty to think for himself, and by refusing to do so, man becomes another cog in the machine of society, a mindless fool who follows orders and ideas as if they were his own, but never questions them.  This goes back to the idea that it is man’s duty to scrutinize certain things and question them and doubt them in order to find truth.  The man who simply follows, or the man who is steeped in immaturity, as Kant would call it, is one who does not question the ideas and beliefs that are spoon fed to him from the hand of society.  This is the man who does not have an opinion outside of the common one.  The man whom you ask, “What do you think about this issue” and he usually replies with something along the lines of “I’ve never thought about it before,” or “I don’t have an opinion on that.” 

            This immature man is the man who keeps society at a standstill because he listens only to the teachings of others, relying on their guidance without using the wisdom to discern whether it is true or even prevalent.  The man who listens to everything his parents taught him without wondering whether they were right, the man who believes in his government no matter what they say, the man who is virtually void of any feelings or opinions on pressing matters, even when they are explained to him in full detail; this man is a danger to the progression of society as a whole, as human beings, as a community of thinkers.

Calling all writers.

Dear Reader,

Dear writer,

I want you to write.  When I say I want you to write, I don’t mean sit down and write some mediocre poem that stands up to the expectations of teachers and peers and loved ones who lie to you and tell you, “that’s good.  No, really.” when they didn’t read the poem or prose or drama or journal entry or whatever you allow them to see.  I want you to write like you never have before.  I want you to write for hours on end.  Yes, that’s an s that you see at the end of the word “hour.”  Yes, it makes it plural.  Yes, it means multiple.  Take a day off if you need to.  Sit alone, where no one can disrupt your thoughts.  Turn off your phone.  And write.  Once you write poem after poem, story after story, wearing down the constant pressure of cliches and preconceived visions of how you “should” sound, the styles of old white men who dictate your structure, you will come to a place where you can write freely.  This place, this state of mind is free of the outside forces that keep you away from the words inside of you.  You think I’m telling you some insightful secret.  I’m not.  It is simply wearing down all things outside to reach something pure, something naked.  write until your hand hurts, until the only sound you can hear anymore is the tap tap tap of a keyboard, until your mind threatens to overflow with your new-found thoughts, these words you never knew you contained.  Write until you can’t write fast enough.  Until your writing doesn’t sound like anyone, like anything, but you.

poet

I am a poet.

I am

A writer

I am

A dreamer, a thinker, a philosopher, an awkward self centered individual who tends to drift in and out of focus.

To my own conscience

And to yours.

Cheers.

I am a poet, I promise.

I have the black coffee addiction

The occasional alcoholic beverage best enjoyed alone while watching some obscure independent film on absolutely

Nothing.

I’ve got the bukowski paperback fixed under my arm

I’ve got the women who don’t answer me, but confess their love in words that I’m probably not listening to.

I’ve got the little black harmonica that I can hardly play

The one with which I like to pretend I’ve got soul like little walter or muddy waters.

I’ve got the art appreciation.

The detached stare into art institute beauty: those things I’ll never be able to emanate

Those strokes, those shades

I’ve got the poet’s stare

The observing

Detached

Confused and washed up, burnout

Stare

And when surrounded by nature, I can tell you honestly, I’m probably not listening to your problems about your new boyfriend who you think is cheating on you

Or your mother who just can’t understand your need for individuality

Or your father who likes to beat you on Monday nights.

Is this what a poet is?

Change

Don’t be afraid to make a change in your life.  Even a drastic one.  If you’re not satisfied with the way your life is going or who you are, find the things that are making you unhappy and change them.  Attack them as if they were disease within your body.  Your body attacks diseases, and your mind should attack those things in your life that make you unhappy.  The only difference is your mind can’t begin automatically.  This isn’t breathing or the beating of your heart.  This is a conscious attempt at change.  If you are truly against change, you’ll simply have to find a way to be content with the life you have at the moment.  I recommend pursuing the arts.  Despite the lack of attention that society puts into beauty these days, involving yourself in the creation of something beautiful can truly change your outlook on life.  Learn a musical instrument, attempt to draw, paint, be a writer.  Above all else, contentedness is the goal of our lives.

Reader response of “Traveling Through the Dark.”

         This is my reader response to the poem featured in the link below.  It was for Literary Criticism class.  I thought the poem was beautiful, so I decided to share.

   http://www.cs.berkeley.edu/~richie/poetry/html/poem185.html   

               William Stafford’s poem, “Traveling Through the Dark,” is a complex poem open for interpretation by its readers.  It is clear that the poem itself is not simply about a pregnant deer on the side of the road.  In order to grasp the meaning, one must look deeper, applying the words of the poem in reasonable comparisons to everyday life.

                The part of the poem that truly gives away its deeper meaning is not in the initial metaphor.  It is not in the description of the “Fawn…never to be born,” or the stiffened body, “almost cold.”  The part that gives away the deeper complexity of the writing is contained within one line, “I thought hard for us all.”  In this simple line, the poet compares this scene to humanity.  It gives away the metaphor and instantly makes the poem heavier, with more meaning than before, while making it more understandable.

                In saying that he “thought hard for all of us,” the narrator applies the thinking process of pushing a pregnant animal over a cliff to the thinking process of humans in the death of their own race.  When the narrator comes across the deer, he feels badly, as most would.  He felt for the unborn faun, shown in his hesitation to push the body over the edge.  This feeling is comparable to human beings.  We feel badly when we hear of others who have died, yet we simply push the thought out of our minds after stating how sad it is that so many people had to die.  Our complacency consumes us as we turn our heads from the riots and killings strewn over news channels, and as the narrator of “Travelling Through the Dark” pushes the deer over the edge of a cliff, we forget about the countless who have died, never changing our mindset or allowing it to affect our daily lives.

                For instance, in theory, there are those who think that abortion is wrong.  Yet, when faced with the problem of a girlfriend who has become pregnant, when faced with the problem of the possibility of a child coming into the world with the potential of ruining their lives, how many people would push that child over the edge?  Of course, they would remember their “beliefs,” knowing that they’ve stated before that abortion is wrong, but when faced with it themselves, their only hesitation would be a momentary one, their “only swerving” being a slight guilt felt from their broken morality.

                “The wilderness listen[s]” and yet does nothing.  The wilderness hears the killing of new life and simply listens on.  The world listens to the killings of human beings in civil wars and political uprisings and yet it does nothing.  The world is silent as nature is silent, for each person attends to his or her own needs, ignorant (save for their momentary feeling of self serving guilt) of starving children, of dying mothers, and of deer being pushed over a cliff, fat with child.

Mystery

“A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

-Charles Dickens

Dear Reader,

If for nothing else, this is a reason for interaction.  Every human being is a mystery.  It’s difficult to escape the view of other human beings as being one conglomerated mass like a sea of people who have no purpose but to move like shadows in your own life.  Every person you see in passing, every person who is rude to you, who hurts you or brings you down in any way, every person who dies or can’t remember their own name is an individual.  Inside their mind, there are ideas that you may agree with, and beliefs you may denounce, but most important of all, there are thoughts.  There are secrets.  There’s a history of memories and experiences of every kind inside the minds of these people.  Why not learn from them?  A human being is like a book that opens to reveal trap doors and portals within its pages.  In traversing across the pages, exploring the codes, deciphering colors and pop up folds and fingering your way through the maze of words and sentences, you discover the thoughts, the secrets, the insight of another.  For many of us, there is such a strong desire to be the tortured soul who strays from the path commonly followed, the hermit who keeps to the shadows of his own consciousness, the blanketing verse of his books, his studies.  For many of us, there is fascination with solitude, for solitude begets insight into one’s own mind.  Solitude is mysterious and powerful.  In the individual who views himself as misunderstood, there is a sense of immortality, looking down at social creatures through the piercing eyes of a critic.  However, to truly enhance our minds, to make full use of them, we must view others as always having something within them that has the power to teach us, to enhance our thoughts and widen our view.  Despite the arrogance of my mind that keeps me from seeking help, I realize the need for companionship.  I realize the need to unravel the secret thoughts of others in order to learn more about myself.  I realize that the insight of my own mind is perhaps not enough to achieve contentedness or even true intelligence.  Take interest in other human beings as equals.  As teachers.

-The observer

Dear Reader

I urge you, as I have before, to surround yourself with nature, to get away from the stress of everyday life and hear the birds chirping and listen to the wind rustle the leaves around you.  It’s so beautiful when you just listen.  Just watch.  Last night, I was driving and I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye.  I pulled into a cul de sac and turned on my brights and saw them: a family of deer, walking aimlessly through the field in front of me, staring at my lights as if it was some sign from their creator.  Their eyes inspire me.  Animals show such wonder and curiosity in everything around them.  Everything is right in the animal kingdom, in nature.  All is balanced.  We must come to the realization that despite our technological advances, despite our ability to reason, the animal is of serenity, of calm that only nature can provide.  Immerse yourself in it and get dirty.  Climb trees and get dead leaves stuck in your hair, because at the end of the day, as you climb into bed, you’ll only want more.

“…look at an animal, a cat, a dog, or a bird, or one of those beautiful great beasts at the zoo, a puma or a giraffe. You can’t help seeing that all of them are right. They’re never un any embarrassment. They always know what to do and how to behave themselves. They don’t flatter and they don’t intrude. They don’t pretend. They are as they are, like stones or flowers or stars in the sky.”

-Steppenwolf

dearest reader

If you are like me, you may see yourself in dark times of mental instability, an outcast.  You may see yourself as the Steppenwolf, who separates himself from the others, those humans, those beings who move and talk as you, but remain only shadows to your mind.  I apologize for my recent absence.  My lack of writing is affected by some circumstances you may be familiar with.  I can feel my mind at times slipping away from me.  Perhaps not my mind, but least of all, my insight, my ability to explain my feelings, my inspiration.  For upon being surrounded by my superiors, there is little room for study of my own, study of passion, of literature that brings an enthralling sense of ecstasy into my entire being, of observation of the natural world.  I am surrounded by studies, of language, of literature, and yet, I am forced to look at them through the blurry lens of a professor, a more learned person who sacrifices creativity for mere analytical thought, who fails to understand an author’s work as a collaborative effort between the author and the reader in order to construe meaning.  In this oppressive state of mind, I find myself giving into sloth inconsistency, lack of motivation where the overbearing thought that resides in my head is one that whispers the damnable,”Your words mean nothing.”  I entreat you not to fall for the view of another.  Refuse to look through the close minded lens of a superior.  There is a way to complete their studies while remaining individual in your response.  Give into your passions and follow them, for human passion, the entrance of emotion, is a catalyst to productivity.  Your thoughts are unique, and they are your own.  This alone gives you great power in that no one else can know your discoveries.  No one else can read a passage of literature or observe the world around them, and come to the exact same conclusions as you have.  For this simple fact, we are valuable.

The Observer

Dear Reader,

It is times such as these that I must offer to you no explanation or cure for my current state.  A lack of motivation is all that I can say to describe my mind at the moment.  Your guess is as good as mine in attempting to discern what brings this about, but it happens to all of us.  The question is, how to overcome it.  How does one overcome the challenges of a weary mind, the mind that refuses writing and reading for relaxation and sloth?  How does one overcome his mind that suffers through the bare minimum of tasks, forgetting the fervor of previous mindsets, those crowded with exciting new possibilities for self improvement?  I’m at a loss for words.