Myself without not others does not fully exist; or, Heidegger on the prison industrial complex. There is no progress without philosophy. Gertrude Stein’s unofficial flak. When poetry was a profession. Gertrude Stein the bookmaker. Rate this:Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Myself without not others does not fully exist; or, Heidegger on the prison industrial complex.
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