Finally got around to making playlists on 8tracks. I used to listen to music almost solely album by album, but over the past two years I’ve gotten out of that habit. Also, I seem to have branched out in terms of genre. Which is good! The mix below has spoken word set to music, with … Read more
As real as thinking wonders created by the possibility – forms. A period at the end of a sentence which began it was into a present, a presence saying something as it goes. No form less than activity. All words – days – or eyes – or happening is an event only for the observer? … 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.
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
I have watched you string memories in Mermaid’s beads that I have adorned with eyes of amethyst, sapphire, emerald and ruby, topaz, torqouise. I have watched them string memories where fingers traced only the circumference. Still one so translucent, its colour unnamed – I will call it Moonstone. Naam, naam.
There is a valley between us that grows as we grow apart. Through the valley a river flow – once rapid, now slowed, calming to an unnerving state. Unaware of the movement below, a lake of fire thru Earth flow. Footsteps, seldom measured strain the ground, lacerating the Earth’s clay-faced expression. Blushing red, swell mountains … Read more
En kaathali, En kanavil kanra kaathali, Un peyeril, un ninaevil, En manathil oru malar. Unnudaya nenjil naan Kaaval thedukiren. Unnoda ninaevil naan Ukkanthu irruppen. En nenjil Un thudippu; En kaathil Athan thaalam. Malai ohsaiyil Paadal olikkum. Thondrum vaanavilil Athan raaham thodarum. Kulihalil thengum Neeril vaarthaihal serum. Un paathangal pattathum Athan arthangal kalaiyum.