Arsh's Zimmer

Sunday, 18 August 2024

Field between Childhood and Illusion

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Illusions of eternity flit by, One at a time. The exuberance of a child would chase each one Relenting only in the presence of another and t...
Sunday, 3 March 2024

Away

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I am not a name The person that I was perished with the dreams that held him together Though I still remember them. I am not a voice Too man...
Friday, 29 September 2023

The One No More

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 In the depth of the night When no lamps alight He spreads his wings in flight. He soars over a valley And many an alley But did not find wh...
Sunday, 10 September 2023

The Night And Me

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Dusty leaves rustled beneath my feet The night wind caressed my hair Stars shine warmly down at me Giving me company in the dark we share R...
Thursday, 20 April 2023

There is a heart in New York

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There is a heart in New York, not merely on t-shirts sold on sidewalks but in the blues licks you hear from porters, lining the gangway, coo...
Friday, 3 March 2023

Facts, fiction, and podcasts as a new cultural form

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Can a fact dispel the lies of fiction? How may this be so? - Well, a story for example may be able to solicit our sympathy in a way in which...
Sunday, 22 January 2023

Experience, metaphor and nothingness

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  Does experience have always to precede any metaphor we may offer for it, like some algebraic designator whose meaning as it were was in an...
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