Category: Blog

First as tragedy, then as farce

A pile of sticks, contrary to intuition, are not a good mobile device stand.

I use the plural verb because, soon, you realize, a pile is not a coherent unit.

Inside is madness

There is no shoulds or needs
There is only want and desire
And there’s no want.

Or so I think I should remind myself.

I am playing games with myself trying to get out of meditating, or writing, or reading, or working on the website.

If I contemplate long enough I won’t ever have to go in.

There is something to it

Something like that translucent shield we throw up to ignore the pain. Something like reading history through wax paper.

Something about showing a crack in that shield. Something about fractures. Disjointedness. Something about distance. Like how light becomes brighter the more constrained it is. Something like containing the light of the self in a thick skin, and the light pouring out through a single crack. A concentrated beam visible only at certain angles or when obstructed. Something about mimicking true life in words…something about only being able to capture truth in the briefest instantaneous fractures of self. Something about truth only existing in the flare and burn.

Words are infectious

A red truck speeds down the road with its hood all the way up.
My neighbor wishes the driver ill and calls him a nigger. “No, really, he is and I hope there’s no more,”
and then the mexican staggers off.

I was hoping nigger close your hood,
but instead there were shouts
and the truck tears ass in reverse
back down the road
being chased by a blue car.