this has to go where i want to go

– William S. Burroughs Trying to ID the entity that is me when I know I am you and you are me even though I am by myself a whole lot of nothing outside that which is imagined or imagined to be me.  It’s a permanent condition I’ve tried many times in the past to shake loose.  When I let …

Where is her glory?

outside, the rats huddle against the cold grey shade of sky eyes trail behind her shivering as she sings softly like a morning bell metallic breath blows grim where is her glory?

invisible weight

i gazed upon the gods being sold in department stores and arcades their light i have seen shimmering against your skin and it is not my mind i sing the virtues of dissatisfaction drink from the blood of the bank an innocent evil designated for Hell invisible weight i carried for your love

nostalgia for the familiar

We are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known. All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are the loneliest of all. Our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been …

her destructive rage

  metaphorically speaking a kooky dream bounces between erotic romance turned gripping taboo restrained, repressive struggling to contain her destructive rage, she falls unkempt in blood slightly deranged a killer on the loose

Revenge of the economically and technologically obsolete

Two of my favourite creative inspirations on the same tape – Hunter S. Thompson, writer and gonzo journalist, and Studs Terkel, oral historian and broadcaster. This is Studs interviewing Hunter about his break out book Hell’s Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs:  

A Tuesday evening wind down rap

“Epicurus’s idea of pleasure was sitting under a tree talking philosophy,” says the philosopher AC Grayling, author of What Is Good? And being a lover of wisdom, I can relate. Here’s some audio I recorded this evening while watching the sunset: chow

Revisiting my old friend pleasure

Tomorrow I’ll be diving into a conversation about being an ethical hedonist.  I dug through my old notes and found a post I wrote in 2007. It’s a good start.  We’ll be making a podcast out of the conversation which I’ll post a link to here once it’s ready to go.  Until then take the quiz below and see if you too …

You can’t eat all day so you might as well work

“Every man’s work shall be made manifest: for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man’s work of what sort it is.” – I Corinthians 3:13 “You can’t eat for eight hours a day nor drink for eight hours a day nor make love for eight hours a day …

Free your mind

This is it then. This is the mission: FREE YOUR MIND

Intermittent fasting

I’ve decided to give intermittent fasting a go as a part of my plan to shake things up a bit physically, mentally, and maybe even spiritually. If you’re not familiar with the idea of intermittent fasting, here’s a video from Thomas DeLauer that explains the difference between intermittent fasting and time restricted eating (which I was originally going to try). …

I’m not dreaming

This isn’t finished, but I thought I’d share it with you anyway as a sort of working out loud post.  Plus my brain is fried right now. I can barely string these few sentences together. // I’m not dreaming my dark eyes see a purple flower next to a burnt out tree I smell the breath of the Beast hear …

This is a cautionary tale

“Medical labels encourage us to look inward, to pathology in our genes, hormones, and brains. social and political explanations encourage us to look outward, to the condition of our lives.” No. No. No Carol Tavris, I don’t want to hear that. I want to hear some hard cold facts. The kind of facts that punch you in the face. You …

Should I go in or I should I go out?

“I was blind but now I can see!” There’s a couple, two, three things going on with me at the moment. I’m standing at the crossroads where I have to decide whether I want to turn inward and go on another journey of personal transformation to see if indeed I can transcend previous versions of myself. Or should I turn …

Zombied out on fear

my friends gave me a medal for digging a hole with my bare hands and walking on water like the messiah when she was lonely and thirsty for politicians, generals, and reporters locking and loading the sign of the cross gave me goosebumps and butterflies like before a big football game; the world knew i was sick, served me up …

Embrace the void

I was already in full nihilistic ready to self-destruct mode and then I read this passage from a strange little book by Val N. Tine called Nothing and Everything: How to stop fearing nihilism and embrace the void: “Do you ever ask yourself, as you try and fail to fall asleep, whether your life has any meaning?  This book argues …