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Hello, everyone! For all who see this, I’m planning on shifting my blog over to Substack, which is a kind of social media for writers / blogging platform. WordPress (through which I created this website) has been a wonderful place to begin blogging, but I’ve been persuaded recently (mostly due to Substack’s versatility, popularity, and
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What would your life be like without music? By my definition, lifeless. Though maybe we should start with the fundamental question … what is music anyway? Music is usually defined in relation to sound. Look up the definition of music, and you’ll get this: “vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) combined in such a way
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The tension settled as Pyg’s drink loosened his lips and with it his resolve. He soon returned to his old self, spilling memorized lines, verses, and lyrics unapologetically. The four of them talked until sobriety faded into a memory, forgetting words as they were said and drinks as they were drunk, the clanging of goblets
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An edited version of this was featured in the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette on Sunday, July 27, 2025. It was titled “Establishing an Arkansas philosophy” and accredited to Bo Simpson, who is also the writer of this blog. … Let’s begin with a simple observation: anyone thinking about philosophy is more likely to picture Athens than Arkansas.
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to write a word on you would be a first for me my breath catching as my thoughts before you freeze the bareness of your lines asking for a dress of words already there and wishing nonetheless a vision to be spared as my heart within me races to spaces far and wide never-before-been places
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Pyg led Virgil out of the bathroom and down a hallway off the breakfast room. Oil paintings and old pictures of old-looking people hanging crookedly on plastered walls above peculiar-looking furniture. Soon they were turning up a narrow flight of stairs almost invisible in the dim lighting. On the second floor: a left, a right,
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A hopped up, halfway sober, slick-haired man dished out cards to everyone around the table. He looked more hungover than a bell knocked sideways. Strong brow, a bathrobe, and a gold chain resting on a thick chest full of hair. Smoke exiting parted lips for half a second before disappearing back into them: a ghost
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This internal war of reason against the passions has made those who wanted peace split into two sects. Some wanted to renounce passions and become gods, others wanted to renounce reason and become brute beasts. Blaise Pascal In my post, “Between Two Knights,” I discuss the 19th-century philosopher, Søren Kierkegaard. Kierkegaard is widely considered to
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Here’s a little piece of journalism I wrote in May right at the end of the 2025 spring semester. I titled it “Maxine’s After Midnight: What Fayetteville Thinks After Dark.” Fayetteville isn’t half bad! Hope you enjoy the short read and get the opportunity to check out the lovely Maxine’s sometime. … Just after midnight
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The breath of life. People were everywhere. Music swimming through the air. Timeless. Shouting from the rafters, falling off the chandeliers, lulling down the stairwells, echoing from rooms unseen: the music and the people as one. A melody of the masses that made the moment more than mere mania. Mortality with a twist. There was
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