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. [...]
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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 [...]
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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 [...]
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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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The Devil in the Temple
Mephistopheles cackles evilly. He is riding on a bicycle at just such a speed that it is a challenge to maintain balance. He must frequently jerk the steering column in order to stay on. He is circling five times around the wooden temple where bells have already begun to chime melodiously, heralding his arrival. The [...]
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Alcibiades
The nobles of Athens needed a justifiable reason for their sentence to appeal to the public and exonerate themselves to the future. “Socrates you have corrupted the youth, a transgression for which you must die. What now, filthy philosopher, are your final words to say?” “Www philoi! W deinon kakon! Www Hw Oiwww… You kill [...]
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The Future
As I sit in this warm chair with a blanket covering me and the radiator blasting heat, I dread the coming of a stranger who is now on his way. He won’t be able to enter; the door is locked securely. I have no phone. I get no mail. He could not contact me and [...]
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