Autonomy – James Tippins

Every year, twice a year, the American public willingly participates in one of the oldest and most pointless civic rituals in the modern world. We do not question it. We do not protest it. We simply stumble to the nearest clock (or more accurately, we watch our phone do it automatically) and we accept the new reality as handed down from whatever committee of sleep-deprived bureaucrats has decided,...

Most people have never been asked who they are in a way that required a real answer. The world is extraordinarily skilled at substituting that question with easier ones. What do you do. Where are you from. What do you believe. What do you want. These are all answerable without risk, without revelation, without the particular kind of stillness that the deeper question demands. And so people move th...

I spent years on the treadmill. Reading the books, attending the conferences, building the habits, chasing the next version of myself that was supposedly going to be the one that finally felt right. And I want to tell you something that nobody in that world ever told me. The treadmill was never designed to stop. There is an industry worth billions of dollars built on a single premise: you are not...

There are poems that decorate language, and then there are poems that indict the soul. Dylan Thomas’ villanelle, written in 1951 as his father was going blind and approaching death, is not merely a meditation on mortality; it is a structured rebellion against diminishment. The villanelle form itself, with its nineteen lines and two refrains braided through the body of the poem, is a discipline of...