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Pavel Somov's Writings

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Jan.08.2012
The antismoking crusade was ready to grasp anything that could demonize smoking, and in 1988 the US Surgeon General declared on his own authority that smoking was an enslaving addiction and that nicotine was a drug of abuse equal to crack cocaine. On its face the statement was and is preposterous, but the media loved its capacity to conjure anxieties...
Article
Sep.26.2010
“Rarely does a work of art like Present Perfect fall upon one’s desk. This book allows us to transform existential pain caused by our need to be perfect. This book is abundant with tools and ideas that equip the reader to resolve guilt, shame, and perfectionism. Once you accept and surrender your perfectionism, the magical paradox of mindfulness as a healer will...
Poem
Oct.28.2008
Totem of Tautology: from a Sense of "I" to a Sense of Awe! (post-meditational/dialectical poetry)
  Un-speakthe domino effect of your wordsback to the Original Silence - To a momentbefore your Mindcreated the word "mind."
Poem
Oct.27.2008
Totem of Tautology: from a Sense of "I" to a Sense of Awe! (post-meditational/dialectical poetry)
  Just this. Only this.   No matter how unjust this “this” is.   No justice in this “is.” Only reality.   Justice is what just is.
Poem
Oct.26.2008
"Totem of Tautology: from a Sense of "I" to a Sense of Awe!" (a collection of post-meditational/dialectical poetry)
  The gentle scalpel of Logiccuts apart the irrational flesh of Hope,unzipping the layers of rationalizations,one by one, and revealing the absence of a material Mindinside this body-bag of Body.
Poem
Oct.24.2008
"Totem of Tautology: from a Sense of "I" to a Sense of Awe!" (post-meditational/dialectical poetry)
  Tell me another cliché of how Consciousness was caught red-bodied in an informational negligee. Tell me! I want to know what was there before knowledge.
Poem
Oct.24.2008
"Totem of Tautology: from a Sense of "I" to a Sense of Awe!" (post-meditational/dialectical poetry)
As I stand underneaththe blinding Sun of Consciousness, My shadow surrounds me and bleeds darkness into the pseudo-enlightened cubicles of my mind’s categories... And I vanish like the breathof the First Atom.