taught my first class in the philosophy of race,class, and gender. it was the best feeling ever. the students were super into the discussion (on stereotypes pertaining to race/class/gender). they asked so many good questions. a bunch of them stayed after class to share their reflections with me and ask additional questions. earlier this week, some one asked me “Why philosophy?” and i just wish so bad they had been sitting in on our class today, witnessing the level and quality of discussion and student participation. this came just in time. i could do what i did for fifty minutes this morning for the rest of my life and be the happiest little hummingbird ever.



in day dream wandering its heat rising
through cheek boney skin
uncontrollable (wouldn’t want to)
fits of
laughter giggling
shit eating grins
constructing pseudo
names games frames
sometimes the ecstasy
so mezmerizing
the general sense of contentedness
so reassuring  sorely reassuring
catch me blubbering unintelligibly through tears
some lame ass story line 
titular line about how
i must be doing something right
and how overwhelmed i am by the meaningfulness
in beautiful nightmares is quietly cooling
truth settling down condensed sense most intimate
and intoxicating
involves weaving in absolution thread
beautiful reckless spacing out and away
in and out and in and out my ideas
so just so you know so
i would abandon them
and i would abandon you
and and i would abandon all this
fucking ridiculous non sense
meaning less mess
in a heart beat
my heart beats
away from me anyway
and away and await
 and a weight
and a wait
 so i wait


coiled thoughts
spring time 
in my mind
but fall for you

following you
it is still you
on my mind

Flight of the Hummingbird

Illustrated by Yahgulanaas with distinctive Haida Manga illustrations in black and red, Flight of the Hummingbird (Hachette, 2008) shares a traditional tale common in many cultures, particularly Quechan people of South America and the Haida of the North Pacific.

A fire rages through the forest and the animals flee before the flames. As the animals talk about how helpless and vulnerable they are, Dukdukdiya the hummingbird takes one drop of water from the stream to drop on to the fire. While the others bemoan their situation, the hummingbird continues to take water, drop by drop, to the burning forest. When questioned by the others about what she is doing, she replies “I am doing what I can.”

Source: http://suite101.com/article/book-review-flight-of-the-hummingbird-a80866





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And that question brings me to my favorite, soapbox-inspired, resting point: Perhaps, the upshot (or cash value) of this sort of ambiguity-inducing research inquiry—wherein we find ourselves left in more uncertainty, and with even more questions, then when we had started—is precisely that; that is, maybe even us post modern thinkers have operating assumptions framed by ideological faith underwriting our search for knowledge—faith in the paradox that the further we’re willing to go in questioning ourselves, the closer we are actually getting in the search for our truth.

‘Monks, I will teach you the totality of life. Listen, attend carefully to it and it will speak.

What, monks, is totality? It is just the eye with the objects of sight, the ear with the objects of hearing, the nose with the objects of smell, the body with the objects of cognition. This, monks, is called totality.

Now, if anyone were to say, “Aside from this explanation of totality, I will preach another totality,” that person would be speaking empty words, and being questioned would not be able to answer. Why is this? Because that person is talking about something outside of possible knowledge.’

Source: Samyutta Nikaya, Translation: Gil Fronsdal (Teachings of the Buddha, page 57)

“Look how he abused me and beat me, How he threw me down and robbed me.”

Live with such thoughts and you live in hate.

“Look how he abused me and beat me, How he threw me down and robbed be.”

Abandon such thoughts, and live in love.

In this world

Hate never yet dispelled hate.

Only love dispels hate.

This is the law, Ancient and inexhaustible.

You too shall pass away.

Knowing this, how can you quarrel?

Source: Dhammopada, Translation: Thomas Byrom


“To this sage who sees what is good I have supplicatingly with a question, “How is anyone to look upon the world so as not to be seen by the king of death?”

“Look upon the world as void, O Mogharagan,” said the Buddha, “being always wakeful; having destroyed the view of oneself as really existing, one may overcome death; the king of death will not see the person who thus regards the world.”

Source: Adapted from Sutta-nipata, Translation: V. Fausboll


Few cross over the river.

Most are stranded on this side.

On the riverbank they run up and down.

But the wise person, following the way,

Crosses over, beyond the reach of death.

Free from desire,

Free from possessions,

Free from attachment and appetite,

Following the seven lights of awakening,

And rejoicing greatly in his freedom,

In this world the wise person

Becomes themselves a light,

Pure, shining, free.

Source: Adapted from Dhammapada, Translation: Thomas Byrom


Of all the world and all the worlds of gods

This is the only Law, that all things are impermanent.

Source: Buddhist Parables, Translation: E.W. Burlingame


“All formations are transient; all formations are subject to suffering; all things are without a self. Therefore, whatever there be of form, of feeling, perception, mental formations, or consciousness, whether past, present, or future, one’s own or external, gross or subtle, lofty or low, far or near, one should understand according to reality and true wisdom: ‘This does not belong to me; this am I not; this is not my Self.’”

Source: Anguttara Nikaya and Samyutta Nikaya, Translation: Nyanatiloka


Thus ye shall think of all this fleeting world:

A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream;

A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,

A flickering lamp, a phantom,

and a dream.

Source: Diamond Sutra, Translation: A.F. Price