In a quiet place white walls won’t speak any louder than quiet demeanor; rude-prude indifference to converse – disjointed response; a nervous system unlearning how to walk straight, descending, shaking legs, unsteady knees, needing a sense of equillibrium; self-imposed insomnia does this. Watching a sunrise over an empty train station dislodging its too soon passengers … Read more
Attar’s Seven Valleys of Love, as translated by C.S. Nott The Valley of the Quest “When you enter the first valley, the Valley of the Quest, a hundred difficulties will assail you; you will undergo a hundred trials. There, the Parrot of heaven is no more than a fly. You will have to spend several … Read more
You hear that click and you know that is it. It is that click, you hear, you see, dilate, pupil, to the light, you hear, when it goes out, the lesson, and the guru, what remains? Ashes, urns, or conjugal burns? Where do Catholic priests please themselves at night? Pray, tell me, where do our … Read more
What is known of free-will? Free-willy-nilly, gobble-dee-gook, or hokey pokey? Hocus, focus! Polka face, smallpox took us out like DDT. Not DMT, DXM, or the LSD- cursed bread, french- spoon-fed by the CIA, or was it half-baked? Not unlike any psychotropical countries’ cunt of misery.
Having never having too much heaving old baggage through strained thresholds of pain, promises of gain, uncertainty of return. Why strive for what is? Why grasp what is out of reach, out of sight? Having never never having lost, our minds heaving old baggage, or dead brain cells through strains of genome, chromosome, and some … Read more
Trance? Entrance: Entrée, appetiser, or full-on out-of-body experience? To consume the Self, flesh and bone, is it carnivalesque or carnivore? I can’t eat more, any more than a herbivore, omnivoraciously dissatisfied with the dull taste of life, till the sharp rust of death greets tongue. Quiver! Whimper. Simpler, still, just be.
Is it naive to think? If not, it would not be. Am I naive to think? I would be. I would be gullible enough to gobble it up enough to fill up the stomachs of invisible poor indivisible poverty breaks this bread by two, three, for… you? Who are you but another I, naive, gullible … Read more
They commodified you in Modern Times, as Chaplin mimes, to ignorant fools en masse. A la carte is how you are served, fate on a silver platter, feet dancing to the clatter, pitter, patter. Peter Parkers don’t find the time to be existentialist. And Mary Jane whatsername’s too caught up in the womb of Mother … Read more
We once lived in a world of black and white, red and yellow, salt and pepper, blood and piss, melting into seas, lakes and rivers, blue-green giving way to ships that sailed the circumference, defying notions of a flat world, bringing the flesh and blood of the Africas, spice and staple of other people, saffron … Read more
Before man made fire did he carry flames from the tips of volcanoes? Did he sleepwalk through moonlit nights, or sleep with eyes open gazing at the inexplicably bright stars, their constellations imprinted against retina. In the fringe between waking life and the unconscious did the dots connect in his subconscious – images of kings … Read more