Ruminations

Above is the third sonnet of my Ruminations
(which you can read in its full 10 pages on my website, artisthero.info).
I strive to be posting to it more regularly now. Made two posts recently.

When I wrote the third sonnet, I was thinking of Milton’s Paradise Lost; Keats’ Ode to a Nightingale; the famous “To be or not to be” soliloquy from Shakespeare’s Hamlet; Greek mythology; and my readings from existential philosophers like Nietzsche about the meaning of life and our place in society and the universe - especially the place, time and perspective of *the free spirit* (the FIERCELY YOU spirit, shoutout to !); for example, in Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil, Part Two: The Free Spirit.
Nietzsche wished suffering upon his friends, for those who live and strive most are always overcoming a kind of suffering. What bears these free spirits aloft through the pain, anxiety, blood, sweat and tears that inevitably strikes any living soul is a quiet satisfaction over what has been won through self- and world-progress, the achievements that, in the best of times, lead to extroverted joys.
“To those human beings who are of any concern to me I wish suffering, desolation, sickness, ill-treatment, indignities—I wish that they should not remain unfamiliar with profound self-contempt, the torture of self-mistrust, the wretchedness of the vanquished: I have no pity for them, because I wish them the only thing that can prove today whether one is worth anything or not—that one endures.”
—Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Will to Power

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When’s the last time you read him?
Refresh yourself with these 14 choice lines.
It had been a while since I had visited the Bard, but recently I read through A Midsummer Night’s Dream for the first time.
This is my favorite speech from that whole play. Happy Sunday!

My spine, Part III
(because comedy comes in threes)
and misaligned vertebral column

My spine, Part II
(and other things)
Left wing of L1, the lowest lumbar vertebra, forms false joint with left wing of ilium
Luckily I don’t feel this ... yet

My spine

I signed on at Bazaarvoice so very green, inexperienced in every way really, yet the analytics team and my former mentor Sandy Donlon believed in me.
Sandy gave me the guidance, confidence, business acumen and leadership example to come into my own as an analyst and thought leader; however, this certainly was a team effort, including the whole analytics team and all of the talented individuals I was privileged to call my coworkers these past years.
Together they helped me grow from green to greenwood as I now step into my new adventure, and I can't thank all of them enough!
Cheers to four unforgettable years together!

Below you can see
one of the sonnets I wrote
for my work Ruminations
but later cut along with many others
adding it to a document called
The Addenda.

This sonnet expresses my love for the Dawn, the metaphysical poet John Donne, and the battle between love and reason that we feel within us all,
particularly as elucidated in Plato’s Phaedrus.
Hope you enjoy! :)
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VII.
What inspiration by degrees did shine
Last Easter morn when I saw what was Donne
And soun’lessly by fate two souls entwined,
One in my hand, one in the morning sun!
As purple rays upon the pages gleamed,
Reflecting what reflection doth impart,
So did a shaft of light now inward beam
And bridging wingéd horses, part by part,
Such strength was given Love, the awry steed,
That next with Reason mystic union formed,
New ord’ring essence rapt by gallant breed
Which confident to radiant ether stormed . . .
Yet long before I reached the crystal sphere—
I turned my chariot in hopeless fear.