• Haecceity

    Never trust the sound of rain upon a river rushing through your ears. -Arriving Somewhere but Not Here i “What, father, does continue in the great beyond?” Above the crackling fire stared back shadowed eyes. Refracted words; air gravid with paternal bond: “If from refuge of firs you wish to seek the skies, you first must… Continue Reading

  • Zero or Twenty-Two

    “Precisely.”  Her voice was rich with the pleasure the question gave her. “In that contradiction will reside the appeal of this new belief.”  -The Chatelaine Thecla Falling, my last consciousness stepping over the hopeless scarp was the acerbic scent of almond blossom and sweet savor of the hecatomb rising. So now someone else can whisper a secret:  I will… Continue Reading

  • Ideotropism

    “I have made a long enough descent into the void to speak with certainty. There is nothing but beauty–and beauty has only one perfect expression, Poetry. All the rest is a lie.” ― Stéphane Mallarmé You think you are haustorial on my limbs, little flower, but you forgot the iron laws of the universe: Reflexivity and Illusion.  My… Continue Reading

  • Wille zum Leben

    “Perhaps this book will be understood only by someone who has himself already had the thoughts that are expressed in it – or at least similar thoughts.” – L.W. Even the patient grass.  Writhing. Even the sylvan meadow. Writhing.  A testament to imperative. Put your ear to the ground. Listen. The flutes spin and play.… Continue Reading

  • Slouching towards Bethlehem: A work in regress.

    “The name of the bow is life; its work is death.” – Heraclitus The breathless ethere slithers through the thickets, birdbath cathedrals, and hawkmoth-haunted heather and rhythmically smoothens thorns.  Theories regarding etheres are worthless without mythologies that tell us of amethyst nothingness. Where the leash chafes before it chokes… Where the nest of chemical serpents… Continue Reading

  • The Deep Menagerie

    Something’s wrong with his medulla oblongata. Paradoxically, part of the process of selecting wholeness is recognizing, accepting, and working with our ancient and manifold natures.  Six hundred million years ago (!) in Ediacaran seas the plans for what now nests in our skulls were unwittingly laid down. There are at least two very useful models*… Continue Reading

  • The Double Bind

    And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes… So there You sit. Thirty-five trillion cells. And one hundred trillion foreign cells comprised of about ten-thousand various and sundry species. And each cell made up of about one hundred trillion atoms, give or take. And each atom about 99.9999999999999% empty space. And believing You are One. This… Continue Reading

  • The Recognition

    So take your time Look round and see The most in time is where you’re meant to be The time has come to make a stand on shifting sands. The first step is recognition, the recognition of malaise beneath the swarming shallows of excitement and misery, anxiety and serenity.  The first step is the recognition… …the… Continue Reading