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A rust-
A rust- colored four by four, at the end of the weathered planks of the fence or maybe wall I can see through the window, is bedecked by dusty spider- webs at intervals along its height; they vibrate, sag, and … Continue reading
the owl
Nylon mesh fence, neon orange. Daylight. An owl, yellow eyes wide, hopeless- ly tangled, dangling, twisted. Built for trees, silent flight, lightning strike. For this she can do nothing. This is what she does. Two big, yellow, staring eyes. Until … Continue reading
✿ over there
there’s a blue light over there in heaven there’s little Stevie too in his red shorts i could have made them blue
A bug, yeah, but a lady? Uh,
A bug, yeah, but a lady? Uh, don’t let yourself get fooled by names. That’s a walking painted fingernail, a cartoon come to life. A trusting soul that won’t sit still, and yet won’t fly away. An asker for something. … Continue reading
Orgasm, Pleasure, & Western Culture (an excerpt)
the right reason to refrain from talking about sex is not that it’s so crude, but that words are In The Function of the Orgasm, the psychoanalyst Wilhelm Reich wrote that the natural energies of humans ebb and flow on … Continue reading
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Tagged cumming, Dali, eckhart tolle, enjoyment, jesus, orgasm, pleasure, presence, Reich, sex, Western Civilization, Wilhelm Reich
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“Falling Into Art” (an excerpt)
“We are most nearly ourselves when we achieve the seriousness of the child at play.” —Heraclitus Central to our ideas about spiritual and literary authenticity, I think, is our old friend struggle. Whatever is “serious” must be difficult. The poet Mary … Continue reading
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Tagged art, children, creativity, Emerson, Heraclitus, jesus, Mary Oliver, play, struggle
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multiple metaphor
every morning i get up and surf—you saw it, just there, and now here i cut back but the wave is propelling me onward till here, i cut back, then race further along; call it slicing or falling, it’s messing … Continue reading
goal
every act calculated towards an end is an act of futility. i’m sorry. every act offered for the joy of acting, or failing that, for at least the chance to burn, to move, to feel something and not nothing—the … Continue reading
“You Are Picasso” (But Probably With More Hair) — An Excerpt from “Making Belief”
If we decide that reality is out there in the “objective” world, then everything we know about reality comes to us through our senses. Can we trust them to tell us about the ultimate nature of that reality? What’s happening … Continue reading
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Tagged coffee, interpretation, sense perception, ultimate reality, wavelengths
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Excerpt from Making Belief
“At first, there were no writings, no rules, and no churches. Just stories about Jesus of Nazareth. Try to picture that for a moment. Nothing but wide-eyed people whispering to one another about an amazing man. Gradually people wrote down … Continue reading
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