My company for eternity
Would be “onerousâ€
Said the devil
And that is how second hell started
I called to the cloying
The grating, the unambitiously mean
With no small pride
I say we are many
Light 26: building occluding sun
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The 17/18 Poems 28: No, Mrs. Khokhlakov, No
no, Mrs. Khokhlakov, no
what can one say
of how to live a life
other than
to just survive it
burnt shame
darkening memory
can God even caution you now?
I hope, but hope only
waiting to be told
that Icarus melts the stars
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Bookshelf 12: The History of English Poetry
The 17/18 Poems 27: From Where the Animating Myth
from where the animating myth
such a thing including
the farmer/cow rehearsal
always like we call them
we first and death as dead
I was young once
mind big like a city
human above the body
two ass-clenching years of it
like a bird too chirpy
practicing my no-one in a bar routine
you don’t know how shitty perfect feels
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Paint Chips, Cracks, and Decay 9: Grate
The Social Unit 11: The Problem of Justice
Justice is not an us versus them problem. It’s an us versus us problem. Any inversion of social/economic/political class just perpetuates injustice. I.e. the difference between labor/capital or high/low class is only an accident of history, not written in our biology. That is why “taking” power only results in “taking on” all the moral problems once despised in an oppressor. A deeper kind of a revolution is one that frees oppressors as well as the oppressed.
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Series X, 36 Bathers
The 17/18 Poems 26: Various and Blinding
and if not why not
talk to me
I’ve given
a wonderful way
a wordful song
a foolhardy love
sometimes you need
off and unlike
various and blinding
I’m not saying stupid, stupid
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Caveat to Aspiring Immortals 19
Porn
The 17/18 Poems 25: I’m telling
there falling wasted
when I think closed down
with such a thing including
if by yes
of course I’m telling
what?/but cool
a sign of grace
these woods, these old people
the spring of morning
the bones I still remember
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Dirty Dish Gallery 25: Baking Pan
Practicing My Writerly Gaze 1, Manscaping
It is kind of hard shaving your asshole.
It’s a bit of a blind spot really. I have many.
Blind spots, not assholes.
Why do I do it? I do it like I do many things.
Like writing poems.
I am wondering if poems are like assholes–
hard to find, delicate,
somewhere you shouldn’t go near with a razor.
Yet we feel compelled. I even listen with razors.
Burroughs wrote a lot about assholes.
One of his characters taught his asshole to talk.
It didn’t end well. I can’t help thinking,
if mine could talk, what would it say?
It always looks angry. At least in the mirror.
Mirrors are funny though.
In a car once with my brother, I heard
an interview in which DFW said
he believed something down to his asshole.
What he believed, I can’t remember
even at the time it didn’t seem
as interesting as where
he felt that belief.
I’ve never felt anything that deep.
Maybe my sphincter lacks conviction?
I’ll deal with that later. For tonight
my little rosebud will have to be content
with being groomed: bald and beautiful.
Now I realize a poet asks a lot
when he asks the reader to contemplate his asshole.
If you are still reading, thank you for indulging me.
I want you to know
I didn’t try to write this poem.
It doesn’t make any sense
but I feel like it picked me.
Where poems come from and why
is a knotted mystery to me.
Tipping my seat to DFW I never fail to feel
that kind of uncertainty where the poems don’t shine.
Bookshelf 11: The Hartford Book
The 17/18 Poems 24: Dude Raw
a break like a bend
more or less alive
many rains,
desires, and ideas
dude raw too afraid
the whole jealousy
a suitcase of a man
or a tarball ruining
someone’s beach
the freckled little milk
the mall of dead commerce
the sad clock of particular energy
it’s mixed character
tick, tock, tick
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Dirty Dish Gallery 24: Orange Fluff
Strange Faces Other Minds 4: Dancing With Strom
This Nikky Finney poem is too long for my usual taste, but just took me in. I heard it first and was enchanted by the multitude of conflicting emotions that one event could elicit. Having since read it, I still really enjoy the text version. Here is a link to both versions on the Poetry Foundation’s site.
Light 25: light in a passage way
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The 17/18 Poems 23: And Said Twice
before and astonished, poems.
beneath the honest
and worse the sincere
by hook or by crook?
-crook.
down, as in, to the bottom
then a lateral move
at slow velocity.
And said twice
it seemed
the truth was being told.
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Uncollected 55, Window
Racists of America Club Note #8
There was a woman at the meeting. She was older with a huge Elvis caricature on her t-shirt. I wouldn’t have noticed it, but the pompadour fell right across her large breasts. Every time she moved or spoke Elvis’ coif bobbed up and down.
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Paint Chips, Cracks, and Decay 8: Sticker
The 17/18 Poems 22: You Didn’t Expect That
minimal, slow, and well put
his mode, total attention
a clever view of necessity
and well worth the fight
here is limbo
you didn’t expect that
yet the world opens
the very kind of north
we are talking about.
a place of faith
deadly serious, solemn
the silence
like a prism for words
and their separation
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Bookshelf 10: Mother Said
Bookshelf 9: On Being Blue
The 17/18 Poems 21: Soon
shakes and groans. shivers
the sky was two
was too watery
what a week
how feels a fellow?
the patient, the fellow
lives to fail
must operate soon
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Collection of Oddities: The Hair-lo 18
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The Story of Discourse 13: Danto’s Gallery of Indiscernibles
In Dantos Gallery there are many red squares. Some are framed hanging proudly on the wall. Some are being prepped for artists, Giorgione for example, to further adorn. Another is by the stairs simply waiting to have ‘exit’ stenciled on it. Being spun through room after room thick with the presence of red squares of every sort… oh look, there’s one on the shoulder of a security guard…the question one is intended to ask is this: is art camouflaged in the banal or is the banal camouflaged in art? How does one find art when it is so cleverly hidden? Or stranger, how does one find art when it is so clearly abundant?
Dirty Dish Gallery 23: Toast
The 17/18 Poems 20: Never-ending
No spare of the headier side
my soul but a devil
the sheath of personal nature
sweating in the shed
prone to need
a list of battles
the body, the great landlord
it’s complaints, coercion,
never-ending
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Paint Chips, Cracks, and Decay 7: Plank
Racists of America Club Note #7
I’m having trouble starting from the beginning. I could start in the middle at an actual meeting. Or maybe a reporter interviewing one of the founders.
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Series X, 35 Ghost Flash
The 17/18 Poems 19: The Rush to Gather
of that much.
both be foolish.
spaders.
smile bones I.
get lost.
are now.
into the work.
a true report
as in the rock
the mind on words
the rush to gather
many great songs
the real suchness
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Bookshelf 8: Baltasar and Blimunda
The 17/18 Poems 18: Knowing Better than Love
he’s a person that knows better than love
but can’t stop himself all the same.
she was a church in the sky
dropping birdshit on people below.
in Britain, things were done differently:
more slowly and with less passion.
okay, something hit me somewhere.
is it that
I can see myself a portion of malice
or at least the meander of their doing?
our hero arrives in take charge mode,
but who can ultimately confirm or deny the world.
we are left with its giant question.
hero cowers. It’s okay big guy.
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The Mantra of Craft T-shirt Gallery 14
Strange Faces Other Minds 3: Seed Poem
This is an old favorite. I only know it from a audio compilation of poems from Giorno Poetry Systems. It’s read by Charles Stein. I can’t find the text of it anywhere. If you have the poem or can find it online, let me know. This poem is as smart, playful, and funny as any I know. Here is a link to the album I found it on. It’s called Seed Poem.
Paint Chips, Cracks, and Decay 6: Fence
The 17/18 Poems 17: Elegy Blowing Through
beautiful drunk eyes
through which they fall
memory’s sunburn
all over my face
a dangerous inlet
a poem perched on arrival
the elegy blowing through
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Racists of America Club Note #6
I thought an early humorous episode by the founders would be to have them create a list of white guilt/shame provoking outings. They would call them field trips.
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Collection of Oddities: Sweet Talk the Hot Box 12: I Just Want a Little Bit
The 17/18 Poems 16: It Seemed to the Dying
her sad
it seemed
to the dying
I’m saying.
money,
can we say,
is the most
that matters.
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Dirty Dish Gallery 22: Birthday Cake Tray
Bookshelf 7: The Body Artist
The 17/18 Poems 15: A Wall Is a Door
so I have heard
and do in part believe
a wall is a door
you can’t open
am I the one? honestly?
is it Japan where you are?
the distance loving subdivision
compellingly unlikable
(influence felt here)
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Paint Chips, Cracks, and Decay 5: Safety
Strange Faces Other Minds 2: Ararat
Collection of Oddities: The Hair-lo 17
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The 17/18 Poems 14: If You Break a Name
if you break a name
the cause it gives
the action I mean
is/I have no idea
but think of it this way
because coming north is impossible
what could be _______
and why such hot blood
other than they hate you
and hate you in every color
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Uncollected 54, Dried Leaf
Racists of America Club Note #5
I was thinking about plot points for the story.
-origin story
-the club’s first black member
-a visitor misunderstands the club to be a solidarity club not a recovery program
-media attention
-a pc crusader visits the meeting
-a meeting is protested
-founders brainstorm how to adapt the 12 steps
-a nationwide tragedy happens like a Charlottesville, police killing, or a black church shooting
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Dirty Dish Gallery 21: Eggs and Ajvar
The 17/18 Poems 13: Smile Bones I
of that much.
both be foolish.
spaders.
smile bones I.
get lost.
are now.
into the work.
a true report
as in the rock
the mind on words
the rush to gather
many great songs
the real suchness
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Bookshelf 5: Thai
The 17/18 Poems 12: The Dislocations of Summer
the dislocations of summer
head behind the stars
thinking right now
something ought to
fall out of the sky.
if we feel a who
where a what should be
or a when that reveals itself
to be a why, then
let time fall back on itself
think it’s own tomorrow
swim like an ocean
an Athens of thought
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Dirty Dish Gallery 20: Flour on Counter
The Snevets Stories 5: Inversion
Once Snevets had to chase me. It was a strange inversion. I’d found his pen during one of our pursuits. He wanted it back. A pen? Why did it matter? I didn’t understand, but I knew it was connected with his power. He wasn’t full Snevets without it.
Things moved slowly. He knew he was being baited. I wanted him. He wanted his pen. It was coquettish. Sometimes I would catch his crow eye as a reflection in the mirror in the morning, or the crest of his black hat behind a hedge. The whole thing was awkward really. Sort of high school prom. I didn’t know how to run. He didn’t know how to chase.
Even though Snevets was physically imposing, I knew he was avoiding an encounter with me. Honestly, I had never seen him touch anyone. I talked the situation over with my superior. He said I needed to risk something. It was suggested I release the pen from my person to break the stalemate. We decided to stage a scene in my bedroom. The pen would be on my side table while I pretended to sleep. We’d have one man in my bathroom. And another monitoring the bedroom door from a hidden position in a hallway closet. Around the house would be a covert perimeter of five men. Snevets had to know it was a trap. I just hoped that the minimal security would entice him to take his chances. He probably wouldn’t even show.
That night waiting, fully dressed under my sheets, I thought a lot. Why did Snevets do these things? And why did I spend so much time trying to catch him? Was it worth all this? My thoughts were interrupted by a slow heavy tread coming from the hall. The steps seemed to take forever. Snevets had taught me patience if nothing else.
Once I was sure Snevets was in the room I shouted in my radio. The bathroom door flung open. The light was blinding for a second. The man from the closet showed up in the door to the hallway and I sprung out of bed. Snevets was surrounded. We all looked at each other. None of us could believe it was finally over. I spoke to Snevets.
“I’ve waited so long.”
Snevets listened for a second and then repeated my words to me, “I’ve waited so long.” Only it was like he had slowed the words down in his saying them. I struggle to describe what really happened in that bedroom. It was one of his language games. Each of the words was struck and allowed to ring as if we were examining the resonance. The two officers and I started to move to apprehend him but could move no faster than the speed of his utterance. By the time the last word rang out, Snevets, seemingly immune to all this, pocketed his pen and made it into the hallway. My only hope was that the five-man perimeter would pick him up on his way out. In my heart, I knew they wouldn’t.
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Light 24: Drano
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The 17/18 Poems 11: Some Trick of Harlotry
some trick of harlotry
both signal and noise
sonnets bonnets
and backwards again
young once young always
and life a sort of monster
using weapon love
to hollow your bones
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Caveat to Aspiring Immortals 18
Comics
Racists of America Club Note #4
Like AA, the Racists of America Club needs some corny slogans that the members embrace. A few ideas…. “excavate the unsaid”, “call in racism”. They could also start their meetings with something like
Honkey, honkey, honkey
Nigger, nigger, nigger
Kike, kike, kike
Spic, spic, spic
Goomba, goomba, goomba
Mick, mick, mick
Chink, chink, chink
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Paint Chips, Cracks, and Decay 4: White Door
The 17/18 Poems 10: More than the Usual Pissed Off
More than the usual pissed off
the inauguration of birds
waving poetry’s flag:
Mick Jagger’s sweatpants
The full-on
tit-craziest
ass-grabber
ever
where is our grumpy
keeper of the peace?
this has started filthy
Nothing corners the eye like orange
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Bookshelf 4: Habit
The 17/18 Poems 9: They Walked the Location
they walked the location
whereupon all force resides
and stopped
give this some air, he said
I myself am almost being played
hear the music rough as bark
he now looking cross
the silence distressing
as one block of memories
in question stood
enough of them
darkening his eyes
the subject of his body
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Collection of Oddities: The Hair-lo 16
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The Story of Discourse 12: Newcomb’s Boxes
Newcomb is probably the most charming bachelor you have ever met. As a boyfriend one couldn’t ask for much more, he is courteous, good looking, and seems to always know what you want when you want it. It is this last skill that really sets him apart. His ability to intuit what you want, need, or will do is uncanny. The only thing that explains his very long bachelorhood are two boxes. Newcomb wants to get married, but he has a rather strange way of asking. For each of his girlfriends, when the time is right, and Newcomb always knows when the time is right, he gets down on his knee and asks her to marry him. Instead of producing a single ring box, he produces two. One is red, the other purple. He tells his girlfriend that the red one contains a ring worth $1,000. On the other hand, the purple box contains a ring worth $100,000 or nothing. He explains to his girlfriend that she can either decide to take both boxes or just the purple one. The contents of the purple box is decided by whether he thinks she will take both boxes or just the purple box. Earlier that day if Newcomb believed that his girlfriend would just take the purple box, he fills it with the $100,000 ring. However if he thought she would take both ring boxes, he left the purple box empty without a ring. This kind of proposal has come to be known as the Newcomb proposal. Newcomb tells people that he sincerely wants to get married, but must propose in this very odd way. Some have accused him of bad faith on this, claiming that secretly he desires to avoid marriage and this is his way of doing it.
Dirty Dish Gallery 19: Egg Shell
The 17/18 Poems 8: A Portion of Malice
he’s a person that knows better than love
but can’t stop himself all the same.
she was a church in the sky
dropping birdshit on people below.
in Britain, things were done differently:
more slowly and with less passion.
okay, something hit me somewhere.
is it that
I can see myself a portion of malice
or at least the meander of their doing?
our hero arrives in take charge mode,
but who can ultimately confirm or deny the world.
we are left with its giant question.
hero cowers. It’s okay big guy.
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Paint Chips, Cracks, and Decay 3: Red Wall
Racists of America Club Note #3
The pitch, “What if there was a group that didn’t try to cure you of racism, but presumed you were a racist–that was the assumption? Instead of teaching you to be “sensitive”, it went the other direction and asked you to say the stuff that you weren’t supposed to say, how you actually experience race, when you were conscious of it. You could say anything. It needs to be like a recovery program. There isn’t a person in America that doesn’t need to recover from racism.”
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Series X, 34 Flying
The 17/18 Poems 7: The Order Imposed by Conflict
the order imposed by conflict
the metallic tasting air
boot heels furrowing the ground
we are flying their flag in risk for glory
from simple death there is no escape
from a complicated one
you can always run
I push at my insides
I feel a bit more cushion than stone
that is the conflict’s center
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Collection of Oddities: Sweet Talk the Hot Box 11: Stroker Ace by Lovage
Bookshelf 3: The 42nd Parallel
The 17/18 Poems 6: A Structure of Inspiration and Concern
a structure of inspiration and concern
has escaped in the moonlight
and you got thinking life might
be alright for a minute
don’t pretend
it’s beneath your notice
it’s not
(just for the moment,
I’m saying)
you rush to gather
loyal and murderous
and ask on Wednesday
is poetry young or old
the corners are sharp in the light
kishmet is hell, what I say
like a collision
talking bird and window here
you don’t mean that, thud
the shame is deeper, thud
I, thud
you, thud thud
Oh God, crack
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Strange Faces Other Minds 1: Pyramid Scheme
Pyramid is the best poem I’ve read in a long time. Here it is on the Poetry Foundation website. You can also hear Hera Lindsay Bird read it. I heard it first and fell in love with it. Sometimes I have the strange experience of then not enjoying the text as much, but I love this poem in either form.
Paint Chips, Cracks, and Decay 2: Green Wall
Dirty Dish Gallery 18: Tea Bag
Racists of America Club Note #2
A white guy gets the idea for the Racists of America club after a required diversity training at work. He attended the same training twice due to an administrative error. The first time, he is mostly silent. The second time, he knows the things he is supposed to say and, not being remembered by the trainer, is praised for his answers to questions. Leaving the meeting though, he feels nothing is really accomplished by either his first training where it was too risky to say anything, or the second meeting that was merely performative. He goes and talks to his buddy, one of those guys who is down for anything, and pitches the idea of a club for racists.
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Uncollected 53, Fridge Magnets
The 17/18 Poems 5: The Heaven We Can’t Figure
like the heaven
we can’t figure
or the subject
we inherit
taken on clumsy authority
the liberty for new mistakes
shot or hell shot
instant nature
not to be one
or to be one
we can’t figure
the wall waits
a sign of grace for the head
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Bookshelf 2: The Brothers Karamazov
The 17/18 Poems 4: Unsuitable Objects
mixed character and whole jealousy
remembered nonsense forgotten wisdom
and certain interests
whose personal nature makes them
unsuitable objects of
impersonal concern
the thought to leave her
far away behind
rolling contemplation
between your fingers
slowly
how do these things get decided
is this a break or a bend
when do I know
trying too hard
is between her
it’s my rid
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Paint Chips, Cracks, and Decay 1: Another Brick in the Wall
The 17/18 Poems 3: More Fitting than Otherwise
Better than nothing. More fitting than otherwise.
A thought that starts that way never ends well.
With pleasure a footnote, and so without striving.
Please note the cares I’m full of
The acts of correction on my body
The thoughts I guard
Their often differing ambitions
The heavy use of question
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The Story of Discourse 11: Ulysses Mast
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Caveat to Aspiring Immortals 17
Commerce
The 17/18 Poems 2: Forcing Bad Moons
with never not today
you can’t say no
for forcing bad moons
the stars yelling at your ear
give your name to flight
and little ambition
nonsense forgotten
says plump matron
while she like the water
bends light in her medium
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Collection of Oddities: The Hair-lo 15
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Racists of America Club Note #1
The Racists of America Club is a story I have been trying to write. I envisage the club in the style of an AA meeting, confessional. The club assumes that racism is in everyone in the US. It is something to be worked on with mutual support, not something that you call out and shame. I love the way people in AA really own being an alcoholic. That admission and the shared struggle help its members recover from the trauma of addiction.
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Dirty Dish Gallery 17: Grease + Foil
The 17/18 Poems 1: On the Why I Crack My Head
and on the why
I crack my head
bodies are real?
stop leaving me.
becoming what?
the final claw
with you I grieve
the lesson, a bite
forever
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Bookshelf 1: Alien Vs Predator
Welcome Back Kotter
Buzzing Wire is coming back to WordPress. After posting on Tumblr for a little over two years and then taking a two year hiatus from blogging all together, I am reopening Buzzing Wire right here. Tumblr was a great platform but I tended to post mainly visual objects there. My two year hiatus was about getting back to writing. I have a lot of new written work to share and am excited to start posting again. The Tumblr incarnation of Buzzing Wire will remain as an archive of my time there. It can always be visited here. This site will see a return to action going forward. I hope you enjoy.
Buzzing Wire Moves to Tumblr
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The Life of the Mind 14: Pascal’s Wager
God is, or He is not. But to which side shall we incline? Reason can decide nothing here. There is an infinite chaos which separated us. A game is being played at the extremity of this infinite distance where heads or tails will turn up… Which will you choose then? Let us see. Since you must choose, let us see which interests you least. You have two things to lose, the true and the good; and two things to stake, your reason and your will, your knowledge and your happiness; and your nature has two things to shun, error and misery. Your reason is no more shocked in choosing one rather than the other, since you must of necessity choose… But your happiness? Let us weigh the gain and the loss in wagering that God is… If you gain, you gain all; if you lose, you lose nothing. Wager, then, without hesitation that He is.
| God exists | God does not exist | |
| Wager for God | Gain all | Status quo |
| Wager against God | Misery | Status quo |
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The Life of the Mind 13: Thought Experiment Descriptor
Thought Experiments is a category belonging to The Life of the Mind that contains mental exercises in which the reader is asked to think about things from a particular perspective. The perspective could be anchored in a context, story, or could simply be a question that the reader was unlikely to consider before the experiment. Thought experiments are often found inside larger arguments as a means of priming the mind in a particular direction, but they are distinct from arguments in they don’t try to force you to a particular conclusion. They are also different from “traps and intuitions” in that they are not trying get the reader to experience tension between ideas. A thought experiment is more like ringing a bell and listening carefully.
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The Life of the Mind 12: The Trolley Problem
The general form of the problem is this: There is a runaway trolley barreling down the railway tracks. Ahead, on the tracks, there are five people tied up and unable to move. The trolley is headed straight for them. You are standing some distance off in the train yard, next to a lever. If you pull this lever, the trolley will switch to a different set of tracks. Unfortunately, you notice that there is one person on the side track. You have two options: (1) Do nothing, and the trolley kills the five people on the main track. (2) Pull the lever, diverting the trolley onto the side track where it will kill one person. Which is the correct choice?
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