The solution to an ongoing predicament presents itself as stark and undeniable as the state of consciousness in waking. I must accept I am no longer asleep, but my body does not want to get up yet. It is enjoying being void of energy. Where to go? Remember: there; her; here; nowhere. I cannot be. [...]
Monthly Archives: February 2012
The Elephant’s Ivory
The starving artist is a hopelessly dead idea. The artist starved to death. He attained immortality in words. Effigies of idiots. Colorful concepts, paraded through the streets on the shoulders of sweaty men in suits as their daughters and wives strew bright yellow, orange, and red flower petals and dab their tender cheeks with frilly [...]
MKUltra Mind-Control Programming
Illusion has blended with and pervaded into reality. The difference is in the future: remorse over what went wrong. Dwelling is superfluous, the reader of my thoughts beams into my mind. I am subject to his whims, fallacies and caprices. We are in a sealed, sterilized room. The wall is a one-way mirror. On the [...]
Man’s Mid-Life Crisis
I am a forty-year-old man, having my mid-life crisis. I am realizing now that my mortality has been always a constant preoccupation, when all along I had at least this far into life to go. Years to today, age 40; nothing to show for myself save a portfolio and resume. Not even any words to [...]
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Last Day
Real estate developers bushwhacked through the overgrowth in the ancient Native American burial ground, hacking branches with machetes. The builders brought bulldozers in to dig up the earth and dump the bones of the dead into dump trucks to be carted away and disposed in landfills. The holes were cemented and filled with chlorinated water. [...]
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The Wheelers
Okay dream-mind, now concentrate. Describe your state. Well, it’s hellish mostly. I feel dreadfully afraid. Guide me, Virgil. The Poet is obliged. This is the circle of Wheelers, long-limbed, thin, apish creatures with faces like men but with the beaks of gargoyles. Instead of hands and feet to hold things and walk around with they [...]
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Marxist Poetics
What, the question runs, is signified by Capital? The etymology of the word indicates the head: the crazed mind of the capitalist; the insane arm of his slave slacking in the off hours, masturbating leisurely, whacking the grain with a sickle, bashing into keyboards fervent messages. Capital, according to the Poetics, represents the pariah. The [...]
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Evergreen Scent
Mom, I just fell asleep as you were telling me my story. Listening to your voice and resting in your loving arms, I dreamed I entered a grotto. The walls were painted blue. In them were elaborate shrines; orange statues draped with garlanded petals; their bases strewn with red roses and yellow daffodils. It sounds [...]
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Cyclic Existence
The Sun is smothered by Time, the cosmic iron snuffer. Energy is equal to mass multiplied by the speed of light squared. Ten billion years: a one followed by ten zeros; not such a significant number to a mind akin to Einstein’s, at a steadily increasing temperature. Earth is an important part of the [...]
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Guru Devotion
Sometimes I think I should have been a… I could have been the… -est. Stop! The master hits the disciple with a stick. The pain smarts for hours afterward. That thought should never have arisen. you double your error by lending it voice. But it occurred, the disciple whined. His tone betrayed his state of [...]
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