Out of emptiness comes this:
Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these
purposes
Either you had no purpose or the purpose is beyond the
end
Because the watch not only serves a purpose, it is
adapted to that purpose
Except it was a secret purpose
The world is a mental activity, a dream of souls, without
foundation, purpose, weight or shape
People in collective idleness are even more repellent
than when purpose motivates them
God, glass, my townspeople! For what purpose?
His purpose and mine is to catch photons and store
them in our bones
Lately I have thought about our war and its purpose
To have a season for every purpose, Ecclesiastes was
wrong about that
Languages of mammals, purposes of insects, placement
of rocks
They purpose nothing but their ease and die urgently
beating east to sunrise and the sea
Having died, as such, I find I do not mind quiet living
with the purpose of a cell
Stately purposes, valor in battle, glorious annals of army
and fleet, death for the right cause
My friend who is counselor to kings and presidents
doesn't worry about purpose
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Not to say there is no purpose necessarily, just I don't
immediately get it
The purpose of sitting is not to be satisfied or satiated
Use of violence by the local militia for a limited purpose,
protect the young from the janjaweed, the crop from
the weed
The knight, the penitent misses last assessment of life's
purpose, babbling for God to appear
I mean your entire purpose should be living. You must
take living seriously.
Sleep with a purpose
Lose all purpose beyond murder, child sex and food
hording
Proof that there's a purpose set before the secret
working mind
Having purposefully expunged from it every trace of
emotion
What is relevant for our present purpose is counting is
associated with primitive forms of writing
Unable to assess the purpose of the battle
Desperate for new fetuses to teach purposeful
workmanlike killing
He will live with the question What was our purpose?
Organize the unemployed, the welfare mothers and
alcoholics into a flying chevron of purposeful
explorers
If we are not at home in the world, contributing purpose,
we lose our desire to stay here- and we die
Their corners sharp, their lines exact, as if their purpose
was to show the plane geometry of snow
That's when everything becomes clear. Purpose v.
purposelessness matters less.
My strong heart I abandoned to its own purpose
Lonely physics, national purpose
This then is the purpose of purposelessness (and of
eating less) !
A shape less recognizable each week, a purpose more
obscure
That is the purpose of poetry. Gargoyle twice.
For the distant purposes of Henry Ford
The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world's
innumerable wonders
The men who left the machine have started their own
business. A new endeavor by which they will keep
warm and purposeful.
The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is
to remain just one person
Let Greece then know my purpose I retain, nor vex with
new treaties my peace in vain,
And shake the purpose of my soul no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent grappling with the social and psychic ramifications of goal seeking behavior. How real is a goal if thinking is distorted to hold it high? It is wonderful that you have gleaned so much from the humanistic tradition about where purpose fits into our psychic economy. What you have done seems like a piece of literary performance art or conceptual art: you have set yourself the purpose of ferreting out the best that has been thought and said about purpose. Such a work must have a higher purpose, but it must be imagined or divined through acts of reception.