The damned thing in the cave that was so dreaded has become the center. –Joseph Campbell While the aspen flesh held unwhispered mysteries awaiting the hushing of the tongues of men and omens were left crackling between the foaming ocean shore and grey witcheries of riptides, the black horns of God compelled sandalled pilgrims to… Continue Reading

“The hive switch is a group-related adaptation that . . . cannot be explained by selection at the individual level . . . [It] is an adaptation for making groups more cohesive.” ~Haidt Put a fluttering marvel of geometry onto the hungry sucking sea to the manic blinking of a manic age playing time with… Continue Reading

The Rubicon: Shared intentionality enables cumulative culture and gene-culture coevolution in Homo heidelbergensis. Hunting with spears, plus cooking on hearths, shows much more collaborative groups (500-700 KYA) -J. Haidt The capacity to find form in chaotic clay pools to bursting in my exquisite fingers. I am the vise, the focal crush of synthesis because born alone… Continue Reading

  Navegar é preciso; viver não é preciso.  –F. Pessoa She sits, vanity lit, seeking a seam somewhere to slide the knife -a small, warm window -a toehold on her life. Sweaty zoetropes gattle lead lines through eyes and past. Vultures sail on currents of a focus holding fast. Somehow to slip the skin, denude the… Continue Reading

“I deviate, farewell to the tribe.” How did I come to live in this disintegrating stare? Paper… …the parched fundament desiccated in Promethean ovens traced with seductive coils of concertina. It’s my own fault, really. Could have packed wax and tied spine to the naked now. How long thirsting on the burning deep? But the… Continue Reading

BE SURE TO DRINK YOUR OVALTINE. -Carl Gustav Jung Grim and ceaseless, the machine spits flesh screaming into a deaf world. Grim and ceaseless, the machine grinds us out and in the interstices… …ten-thousand times are we forced from our homes to cross the yard and enter hot dusty stale strangling sheds to seize our panicked clucking… Continue Reading

…one cannot lie to an aphasiac. He cannot grasp your words, and cannot be deceived by them… -O. Sacks Seven fair canaries claim my passage. Notes of gold soaking my soul. A woman is watching, never looking. Her silver fills my spine with essence of the silent spheres. Lessons from the silent spheres. Frames stretch… Continue Reading

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me. My story is not a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos,… Continue Reading

“And be these juggling fiends no more believed.” –Macbeth (5.8.19) When it became clear, (to their wonder) that the algorithm was producing awareness, the four gods agreed to meet in the wilderness under a secret purple sky. “Our progeny must not challenge our supremacy.” “So we must both love and debase them.” “We each shall… Continue Reading