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This work belongs to moral ontology and civilizational linguistics. It explores how shifts in expressive language alter the moral architecture of societies. While religious systems often illustrate this process, the argument itself is secular: meaning and morality can fragment or cohere through any stable framework—legal, cultural, or philosophical—that performs the same structural role. At its core, this project isn’t only about Marx or language. It’s about how language mediates our relation to reality, and how altering the expressive layer of language re‑codes what a society takes as real, moral, or true.

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Ivy and Oak — A Poem

Together we weretwo tangled forces.Her tender body wrapping in curves gently—around the trunk of my nerves.Her smile and laugh more natural, more organic more fluid than out of our nest—where life was automatic.She was my ivy,I was her oak.Together we raveled.together we twisted—natural.

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Castle Towers — A Poem

Our pain is purchased by our suffering, and tearsdo nothing more than ferry us our terrors;hearts will hunger still for another’s, while headsshrink, unregarded, off into their beds.Our dreams come by way of love and logic—both raise their fortresses, stone by stone; up and up, into the beams and morticesour deepest hopes are kept as princesses.It is we that build our isolating towers and gather…

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The Tower of Babel and the Dual Nature of Language: Essay on Societies Current Madness.

The story of the Tower of Babel in Genesis can be viewed not merely as a myth about linguistic diversity; it unveils the dual nature of language and the dangers of its manipulation. Initially, “the whole earth had one language and the same words,” enabling humanity to unite in building a tower to the heavens. This unity of speech fueled collective ambition, but God, seeing their hubris, scattered…

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Cultural Revival: How W.B. Yeats and Lady Gregory Used Poetry to Save Irish Identity

[TRANSCRIPT] Welcome back, poetry lovers, to another episode of The Poetry of JP. I am your host, JP, and today, we’re not just exploring poetry; we’re delving into the lives of two extraordinary figures, W.B. Yeats and Lady Gregory, who, through their passion for Irish culture, played pivotal roles in restoring and revitalizing Irish national identity. Yeats and Lady Gregory were more than…

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Lines Written While Musing on Homer

When I behold the world of my own age, And that this art has ever held its place In clay-bound hearts of men who fear to die, I cannot help but think of Homer’s lines.Who now will sing the praise of heroes true, When all the poets yap of self and fame? What poet has the strength to bind the fear That they will cease to be and simply fade;What poet has the heart to make Odysseus Of men both bold…

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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock: A Deep Dive into Eliot’s Masterpiece

[TRANSCRIPT] Welcome to “The Poetry of J.P.” I’m your host, J.P. Today, we’re diving deep into one of the most iconic poems of the 20th century. It’s also one of the most enigmatic, the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. This poem, first published in 1915, is often considered one of the seminal works of Modernist poetry. Eliot, an American expatriate living in England, was only 26 years old when…

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To Whoever Comes to the Forge - A Poem

To Whoever Comes to the Forge Beautiful and blessed the blossoms of this quickeningfoul and cursèd body that withers, winteryto its redemption — from frost and failing flesh,but I’ve still work to do and fences to mend. Barbed-wire pliers cannot ply past my wretchedloathsome past; yet pastures and playful calvesmight ease — from this weary-living dreadto hope and wish — that is all I have. …

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A Wobble Afoot

A Wobble Afoot A wobble afoot when toddlers are in the gardentheir little plods of plottingtheir fleet to fun and freedom. Might we still wander offand totter like kids and new born calves,you and I, when life is dryfar from fun and freedom?

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Notes on Mary Oliver – A Poetry Handbook

I have embarked upon reading the entirety of my poetry bookshelf to see if I can draw something fresh from the books I already own, something that might push me in one direction or another before I return to writing more poetry. At this point, it feels useful to stop after every book and write down my thoughts so that I can return to them later. Yesterday morning I read Ezra Pound’s ABC of…

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Notes on Ezra Pound’s ABC of Reading

Ezra Pound’s ABC of Reading is less a structured manual than a polemic against “bad writing,” which he defines as writing trapped in the clichés and fashions of its age. For Pound, ephemeral writing cannot endure; he demands a language precise, musically tuned, and deeply grounded enough to survive its moment. Strengths & Insights Learning through immersion: The best way to learn poetry is by…

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A Short Meditation on Mechanization, Poetry, and the Search for Meaning

The mechanization of the world, and the disenchantment it has brought, has damaged the human spirit in ways we are only beginning to recognize. Despite the material benefits and the explosive growth of our species, this new reality has left man estranged from meaning. For a time, the comforts and securities that flowed from mechanization were enough to keep despair at bay. But with the endless…

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World Upon Her Bones: Embracing Wonder and Strength

The world is filled with wonder,we walk upon her bones: the child, the boy, the girl—each mothered by her marvel.You needn’t fear her monstersor weep upon her back;there’s bones enough of menwho’ve given over to that. There will always be dragons—drowsy, drooping, hiddenand meadows green as heavenwhere you might come to ruin,But bold and brave the manwho crawls through braided-marshesto dance up…

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The Work Beyond Ruin

Cruel time will fall all that you build—blood and sweat, forgotten,no more remembered than the ruin of you.yet work is not done. No,the children bear the future of you,and all that you do. This is the first poem I have written using my new direction for my poetry and its underpinning theory on language and the connection through the written word. There may still be an some poems that do not…

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The Disenchantment of the World

Because the world is full of misery—broken, jagged, black and red and carriedon the backs of wounded nihilistic men,I ask: has burden still the spoils and gloryor did the death of wonder and mythtake the riches and leave us lonely?The endless flash of neon glowing screensand a thousand time-consuming reliefs could never fill the void of missing meaning:we’d throw ourselves wasted from heightsor …

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Sailing to the Singing School

I believed I had to sail to Byzantium to build this craft of minebut on my journey I learned of sages who built a singing school for bards.Yeats would weep to know the pages preserve their monuments a second time. Twenty years ago I set course on the sea, Odysseus before me, the Aegean, my crucible, my love and enemy like so many before me I was compelled to sail …

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The Craft of Poetry: Avoiding Modern Influences for Lasting Art

I have disappeared for year or so to build a better foundation for my writing. I will be slowly reappearing in the coming year. Here is some explanation of my disappearing. I deliberately avoid modern poetry after the 1970s. The craft went downhill, and I don’t want to be influenced by today’s poets, except for a few recommended by Harold Bloom. My goal isn’t to fit the mold of contemporary…

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