“I'm now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I'm working at turning myself into a seer. You won't understand any of this, and I'm almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It … Continue reading Rimbaud On Sacrifice and Art
"My sudden love for these two women occupies entirely separate philosophies that i’m only now beginning to understand. Like a rift in the multiverse that is the self. Shay represents stability. Comfort. Success. Whereas Ingrid claims the part of me which belongs to the world. An exotic manifestation of my inner desire to be free. … Continue reading
I'm afraid of you Standing too close We'll fall into eternity
"I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down."
(from an old rough draft of The Outsider) It’s pouring out. The cobblestones are slick and the alley is narrow and dark and the sky above, that maroon storm-black. There’s smoke and exhaust hanging in the cold air. My breath is thick and the streets shine like glass below the lampposts. My pack is soggy, … Continue reading A Glimpse of Granada
A wild existential crisis. The narrator is living in the woods of Norway, maybe 1890's. Going insane with every passing day while falling in love with a Lords daughter. Dark, funny, beyond its time. Norwegian authors are still years ahead.
Happy birthday to the mad Gonzo saint. Let's cheers to this mind of threaded insanities, the functional junkie. A toast of Wild Turkey, a drive through "bat country" and the knowledge that...
"I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. Feel the sun beating over my brow, speckled and damp and her brow wet like honey. The blood rushing and wet like honey. The blood rushing. The beating heart in Kansas City. The honeyed skin, the beating hearts, the beating suns. Wet like honey. A triangle … Continue reading A Triangle Under a Spotlight Sun
Uncovering the modern identity of an African Kingdom. A beautiful and rugged society, multicultural, secular in some ways, rigid in others.
Bohemian nights in Valencia where the gypsies shred violins into the coming dark