This blankness, this never-ending stare into the abyss–what is it? It can’t just be me on the precipice of nothing, there has to be something there. Even if it’s just a robot with a kindly smile and a flashy old bowler hat, that’s enough for me.
To tell a glitter salesman that he has no shame is rude?! I’ve been insulting these guys for 64 years, and you’re just now telling me this? I’m not going to change my mind. I’m too old to think so hard about things. I remember when I was a young man, and the typhus made … Continue reading The Typhus Made Me
I had too many mangoes on my mind to make a rational decision about myself and the proprietary methods with which I interact on a daily basis. Those mangoes were simply too juicy and complex to worry about pressing matters. I could have eaten mango through a cattle drive through a parlor trick through a … Continue reading I Could Have Eaten Mango
Maple loop dragon rolls steep fervently in the grandiose multiplicities that we find ourselves around in a constant way, though not buttered with finance or treason. You might find it subtle to fly through emperor penguin hats while announcing the arrival of the next Dalai Lama, but your associations with professional authoritarians may fall flat … Continue reading Professional Authoritarians May Fall
Is it the endless possibility forged in the stream of creation? Is it because we know that our job as poets will never be done, and those poems won’t write themselves? A combination of those leads to stagnation, the unwillingness to accept a spot in the pantheon of heightened thought. Those people who wrote their … Continue reading Why Are We Anxious?