Jabberwhorl Cronstadt

There's no such thing as the present. There's a word called Time, but nobody is able to define it. There's a past and there's a future, and Time runs through it like an electric current. The present is an imaginary condition, a dream state... an oxymoron. -Henry Miller, Black Spring, chapter: Jabberwhorl Cronstadt,

Great Unknown Men

"The greatest men in the world have passed away unknown. The Buddhas and the Christs that we know are but second-rate heroes in comparison with the greatest men of whom the world knows nothing. Hundreds of these unknown heroes have lived in every country working silently. Silently they live and silently they pass away; and … Continue reading Great Unknown Men

Law & Disorder

"I would a thousand times rather be the most incorrigible convict than this hireling of those who are trying to maintain law and order. Law and order! Finally, when you see it staring at you through the barrel of a rifle, you know what it means. A bas puissance, justice, histoire! If society has to … Continue reading Law & Disorder

The Artist Is

"Admitting this, I nevertheless firmly believe that no world order, no world harmony, is possible until the artist assumes leadership. I mean by this that the artist in man must come to the fore, over against the patriot, the warrior, the diplomat, the fanatical idealist, the misguided revolutionary. It is not against the gods man … Continue reading The Artist Is

Money Explained

Stand Still Like The Hummingbird by Henry Miller We've all been there. (I hope.) The moment where text is before you and you're not sure what will come of it. So you read on and before you know it, what you read starts to drift off the edge of something and it all becomes a … Continue reading Money Explained

Post-It Modernism

Black Spring by Henry Miller "What is not in the open street is false, derived, that is to say, literature."  -From the opening of The Fourteenth Ward. There is no story. There is no character development. There is no mise-en-scene. This is not a novel. What we're dealing with here, dear worst-reader, are ten speck-chapters of … Continue reading Post-It Modernism

Meek Defined

The first thing you smell is the kool-aid. That erroneous product of American ingenuity plastered like bad graffitti on the walls of our prophet (or psyche). So much so that the smell didn't even come from the mix in water but the skin of a beautiful woman--from behind her left earlobe, from real flesh. Only … Continue reading Meek Defined

Unsoiled Ground

Begin this... Last (or lost) in home around subtle thunder with no storm. There is little to be said in these silly days where one war is being questioned and another baptized with a hope of finding POWs. The controversy and duality is enorm, like a gap in the knitting of a large quilt. But … Continue reading Unsoiled Ground