William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: Meaning of life
Einmal ist keinmal, one more time
At the end of the summer, on the last days before school started, I’d go into the classroom with my dad at the school where he taught. There was a periodic table of the elements on one wall, chalkboards and … Continue reading
Last reflection before bed
The essence of the day was lost to the holes and spaces where memory goes, the leaks and gaps that take what you don’t see. And sad to think, a whole life can pass by like that, unseen. Photo from … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged Meaning of life, mid-life crisis, mindfulness, poem, poetry, postaday, William Pearse writer
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Bone piece
The memoir, the story of your life, is an object of questionable value. You hold it in your hands, shake, listen: what’s inside? Is there a lock? Does it open? What’s it for? You could take it to someone who … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, poetry
Tagged death, Meaning of life, Memoir, nature photography, poem, poetry, postaday, William Pearse writer, writing technique
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Corpse pose, prose
When we came back from Germany last year I had May, June, July, August, and September off before I went back to work. And before that I had a year not working, starting just before Christmas. How fast the clouds … Continue reading
Posted in death, musings, prose
Tagged corpse pose, existentialism, meaning of existence, Meaning of life, postaday, William Pearse writer, yoga
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Life lessons from dreaming dogs
The dog in her sleep quivered, you would have thought she was dead she looked so still – some replayed scene imagined to make her believe she was somewhere else, living.
Posted in death, poetry
Tagged death, dreams, existentialism, Meaning of life, nostalgia, poem, poetry, William Pearse writer
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I’d rather be wrong: a short rant on the difference between nihilism and existentialism
It’s late, I’ve had too much beer, and my 23 year-old cousin wants to show me his favorite YouTube video and talk about the meaning of life. The video is by a band called Mr. Bungle: manic, circus music, the … Continue reading
