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STOIC POETRY | The news which is never old
I awoke today to headlines of war, and gossip, and scandal, and the rise of stocks and advertisements for soap, and a 30% chance of rain...

Kurt Bell
Aug 20, 20201 min read


STOIC POETRY | Seeing between the Distraction
Just every once in a while...every so often...I'll spot the Indifference between the moments of my daily life. For, while the Nothing...

Kurt Bell
Aug 18, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | What there isn't beyond the sea
Life is a little like coming awake on an island beach, naked and screaming and vulnerable and weak. The natives here do care for us, and...

Kurt Bell
Aug 17, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | The upward ground
"...and the very slope of the hill on which my house is placed, seemed to say, Forward!" -Henry David Thoreau I accept life as hard. I...

Kurt Bell
Aug 15, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | The bullseye aim
Whenever I strive, I always fall short. For the fact of striving makes me miss the mark. It would be better to become educated, without...

Kurt Bell
Aug 14, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | The season of philosophy
As a young man, my ideas resembled the ideas of others, and my writing was an imperfect transcription of what I'd learned. My time then...

Kurt Bell
Aug 13, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | The fact that we went—alone
I began my life as a young adult finding things along the way. I went out from the circumstance I knew into life which was not yet mine,...

Kurt Bell
Aug 12, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | The best seat in the house
I have long dreamed of a nice, personal room where I can work. A little office at home where I can set up a desk and chair and my stuff,...

Kurt Bell
Aug 6, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | A brief time to truly live
The Great Indifference exists wherever we are not distracted by ourselves. It is the substance of the universe that isn't—not empty...

Kurt Bell
Aug 5, 20203 min read


STOIC POETRY | More to life than living
There is so much to occupy the time of life. So much to do. So many people to know, and love, and pass the time together with. One thing...

Kurt Bell
Aug 4, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | The virtue of temperance
For what reason is temperance a virtue? Why do the sages live in austerity, and the desert fathers forsake the world, and the poet love...

Kurt Bell
Aug 3, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | Knowing when to stop watching
It is not easy to not watch someone else struggling with life. I am not referring to not seeing them struggle, but not watching them do...

Kurt Bell
Aug 1, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | Words like flowers upon a table
Words are like clay in the hands of a potter, who might pound together a rough cup and offer it "here!" as an implement of utility. And...

Kurt Bell
Jul 31, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | Adrift across a desert night
In his book Walden, specifically in the chapter titled "The Ponds", Henry David Thoreau describes the seasons and moods of Walden Pond as...

Kurt Bell
Jul 30, 20203 min read


STOIC POETRY | Remembering my people at dawn
Morning is a time to remember the people in our lives. If not our very first thought, then at least after we are fully awake. Recall each...

Kurt Bell
Jul 29, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | The road into night
Such a long hike to get here, now. The place where I set out from is invisible beyond those distant hills, a memory of setting out from a...

Kurt Bell
Jul 28, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | The way things are likely to be
Our personal nature is our most visible evidence that our will is never fully free: as how many forces of my personal being - my...

Kurt Bell
Jul 26, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | The circular value of caring for one another
I took our sick dog Ollie to the doggie E.R. yesterday. The visit was a costly, though worthwhile expense, for Ollie's sake, as well as...

Kurt Bell
Jul 24, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | Walking the shore with seashells in my hand
I have such a small and precious set of values - objectives and principles to guide my life. So very few. Each one is precious to me, as...

Kurt Bell
Jul 23, 20202 min read


STOIC POETRY | Wiping glasses with an empty mind
It is a difficult thing to wipe my glasses while doing nothing else. My mind, my deep and inner mind, knows how to do this chore without...

Kurt Bell
Jul 19, 20203 min read
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