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the pulse of 3am hits me

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I have to quit being anonymous inside the machine…artificial space in a dreamlike dimension…the pulse of 3am hits me inside the unconscious sea…a voyage below…subway empty…closing haunted spaces…this lack of a beginning divides me in the light under the flare of a system flooded by the black sun…time interval of... Read More

plaything for the gods

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i was in the desert once lost in meditation i was trying to get to grips with being a plaything for the gods i met some souls sitting around a fire in the open night they were contemplating Good and Evil Lust and Sorrow all of my incantations and prayers... Read More

First time I went away from home alone

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Hey up! #Audiomo Day 4. I forgot that people are busy. My challenge to speak to 30 different people for #audiomo this year has hit a snag and it’s only day number 4. But I’m a person, so if I talk to myself, does that still count? lol. If you... Read More

Being with my tree

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#Audiomo Day 1. I love this time of the year when the Audiomo community comes together for the month of June to make and share audio. I thought I’d add something extra to the 30-day challenge this year and that is to have 30 conversations with 30 different people for... Read More

this has to go where i want to go

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– 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... Read More

Where is her glory?

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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

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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... Read More

nostalgia for the familiar

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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.... Read More

her destructive rage

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  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

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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

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“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

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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... Read More