KULTURAL KARE PACKAGE 2: THE XMAS RE-ISSUE

  DOWNLOAD “KULTURAL KARE PACKAGE 2: CURIOSER AND FURIOSER,”  FEATURING  CATHERINE JOURDAN, NICHELLE NICHOLS, ROBERT FRIPP, MRS MILES DAVIS, WILLIAM SHATNER, MICHAEL GAMBON, MORTON SUBOTNICK,  ROMAN POLANSKI, JANET SUZMAN, THE THREE STOOGES, KRISTINE DE BELL and INTRODUCING RAOUL SERVAIS* MERRY NEW–THANX–O–WEENMAS (downloadable until Sunday, Sept. 29 2019) *The Opinions, Attitudes, Life-Style Choices and Manias represented in the curated artworks presented are the sole responsibilities of the creators of said works and not to be construed as reflecting the worldview, dreams or kinks of the Curator. SOME MATERIAL MAY BE R-RATED. LINK TO BEST ALL-AROUND FREE, OPEN SOURCE MEDIA PLAYER Continue reading KULTURAL KARE PACKAGE 2: THE XMAS RE-ISSUE

KULTURAL KARE PACKAGE 1: THE XMAS RE-ISSUE

DOWNLOAD “KULTURAL KARE PACKAGE 1: THE GOLDEN ROAD TO DEPRIVATION’S EXCESS,” FEATURING TUESDAY WELD, MICHAEL GAMBON, DENNIS POTTER, REBECCA BROOKE,  LEONARD NIMOY,  JOANNE WHALLEY, DUSTY SPRINGFIELD, JOHN LURIE, MILTON BERLE, MAE BRUSSELL, RADLEY METZGER and INTRODUCING MARILYN ROBERTS* MERRY NEW–THANX–O–WEENMAS (downloadable until Sunday, Dec. 27 2020) *The Opinions, Attitudes, Life-Style Choices and Manias represented in the curated artworks presented are the sole responsibilities of the creators of said works and not to be construed as reflecting the worldview, dreams or kinks of the Curator. SOME MATERIAL MAY BE R-RATED. LINK TO BEST ALL-AROUND FREE, OPEN SOURCE MEDIA PLAYER Continue reading KULTURAL KARE PACKAGE 1: THE XMAS RE-ISSUE

OUR THEME is WOUNDS

1. TALES FROM THE WAYS WE LIVED I can remember the ritual of Friday nights, Friday nights in the kitchen of my grandparents’ house in a quasi-suburban neighborhood of Chicago, an area called Morgan Park, a place with trees, parks, houses, front yards and rope-swings. My grandparents’ corner of Morgan Park was Black, no Whites to be seen except occasionally in cars just passing through in the direction of the segregated driving range (five blocks East?) or in the direction of Beverly (ten or twelve blocks West?) on 115th street. My grandmother and grandfather’s house was on a half acre … Continue reading OUR THEME is WOUNDS

INVITATION to the CONTEMPLATION of our SHADOW-TWIN

The mysteries of psychopathy: the history of our shadow-twin? Homo sapiens evolved out of the food chain (no longer having to worry about being hairless cheetah-snacks) just about the time that the political utility of being a psychopath (a mutation preserved by in-breeding, a la the “royal” bloodlines?) began to manifest. If you were ruthlessly lacking in empathy, effortlessly capable of lying and had no qualms regarding opportunistic murder, you were ready to “lead” any tribe that had become politically sophisticated enough to be governed by any factor more refined than brute force. And therein lies the fundamental problem occupying … Continue reading INVITATION to the CONTEMPLATION of our SHADOW-TWIN

A BAD NOVEL WITHIN THE BAD NOVEL OF THE PLAGUE YEAR: A REVIEW and WARNING

Art-Making is a compulsion, when it is pure, and maybe that’s regrettable, but who are we to complain when the results can do so much to amplify the pleasures of existence? It’s my theory that you can judge the purity (the genuineness) of Art-Making according to the extent to which it’s accompanied by the parallel (perhaps also regrettable) compulsion of Truth-Telling. Great Art is an aestheticized Truth-Telling and Lie-Telling “Art” (a lá Disney) is not really Art at all but high craft at its best. So much of the greatness is in the capital-T “Truth”. But there’s the problem: Lie-Telling … Continue reading A BAD NOVEL WITHIN THE BAD NOVEL OF THE PLAGUE YEAR: A REVIEW and WARNING

SUNDRY COMBUSTIBLE ERUCTATIONS

1-BREAKING: 47-YEAR-OLD ACTRESS HAS NEVER HEARD OF MENOPAUSE 2-BRIAN WILSON WAS A GENIUS “The Doctor Who theme music is a piece of music written by Australian composer Ron Grainer and realised by Delia Derbyshire at the BBC Radiophonic Workshop. Created in 1963, it was one of the first electronic music signature tunes for television.” “Good Vibrations” is a song by the American rock band The Beach Boys that was composed by Brian Wilson  with lyrics by Mike Love . Released as a single on October 10, 1966, it was an immediate critical and commercial hit, topping record charts in several countries including the US and UK. Characterized by its complex soundscapes, episodic structure … Continue reading SUNDRY COMBUSTIBLE ERUCTATIONS

AN INFORMAL DEBATE on the DOMESTICATED AESTHETIC of the LITERARY MIDDLEBROW

Posting my reasoned critiques of Imperial Plague Propaganda (which is designed to move the psychological cattle, from point A to point Q, in record time), these six or seven months, has been like opening up a series of exquisite 19th century Japanese umbrellas in a howling catshit hurricane. The size of the lying megaphone wind-machines (and coordinated catshit cannons), in this metaphor, renders “free speech” a moot point. I’m going to recharge my batteries by focusing on Lit, Music, Cinema and (as ever) Fucking My Beautiful Wife (take that, Puritans… have you noticed how puritanical our porn-based Mootopia is becoming … Continue reading AN INFORMAL DEBATE on the DOMESTICATED AESTHETIC of the LITERARY MIDDLEBROW

THE MAGNIFICENT AGONY of the ARTIST TWO KILOMETERS UP the SHEER ROCK FACE of YOUR SERENE INDIFFERENCE

1 SUGGESTIVE APHORISM of the WEEK Perhaps if we paid the police directly, instead of giving the money to GOV, who then gives it to the police, there’d be less confusion regarding who they’re paid to serve…? 2 BECAUSE IT’S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE WE’VE TALKED ABOUT DELILLO There are people who can’t see the trees for the toothpicks: among the lovers of book-loving there are those who think Plot is King or that Moral Instruction is Queen or that a downscale, gritty, near-illiterate lack of “pretension” is Duh Winna. None of these approaches are what a literate Hippie would … Continue reading THE MAGNIFICENT AGONY of the ARTIST TWO KILOMETERS UP the SHEER ROCK FACE of YOUR SERENE INDIFFERENCE

PARABLE

The Farmer walks by one day holding a large hammer. “Aha!” say the Cattle, “He’s a Hammerist!” Two days later, however, the Farmer is seen by the Cattle to be toting a saw. “Nope,” reconsider some of the Cattle,  sagely, “He’s a Sawist.”  Some of the Cattle snort in response to that proclamation. “He only wants you to think he’s a Sawist because we caught him being a Hammerist. He’s definitely a Hammerist.” Likewise, and later that same day, a select few of the Cattle happen to see the Farmer behind the cow shed,  worrying a plank, with what they … Continue reading PARABLE

WE, the SMUPID

1. Everybody’s individual consciousness is a governing committee of shiftingly dominant and subordinate minds of unstable size and strength,  25-60% of which may be titanically stupid at any given moment. 2. “Everything good is torn straight down;  everything shit is crowned:  by which sick imperative behind whose clown?” 3. The minute after you are born you are not so much adding one human body to a pre-existing collection of  billions of human bodies as you are adding one minute of experience to civilization’s pre-existing accumulation of c. 15,000 years: to what extent is this mathematical  imbalance rectified by the time … Continue reading WE, the SMUPID

THE MOST TERRIFYING PREDATORS ARE ONLY VISIBLE IN HINDSIGHT

“Stubbornness is stupidity for smart people.” —-Pastor Prime 1 INWARD The irony of nearly all prophylactic meditations on Fascism  is that almost every meditation of that type will miss what is most  urgently fascist in the culture, of the text’s author, at the time she/he is writing it. This peril-specific blindness is an inevitable feature in the rise (and rise and rise)  of Fascism and functions very much like an evolutionary adaptation in the animal kingdom:  the parasite inoculates the host against the host’s ability to properly identify the parasite, as though the torso of a bather, who is mildly … Continue reading THE MOST TERRIFYING PREDATORS ARE ONLY VISIBLE IN HINDSIGHT

PET’S PROBS: A SHORT STORY

Women who have never been oppressed, who have always been deferred to and have, without exception, always gotten their way, never denied or undervalued, never told “no!” or “wait!” or “you can’t do that!” (not even in jest) are now getting a steady stream of hyperbolic affirmations meant to bolster the self-esteem of marginalized, voiceless, serially-abused women of the Third World.  These upper class females are intercepting the “you are a goddess!” and “no one can tell you what to do!” pep talks meant for much needier women and it is driving them insane, it’s turning them into monsters. As … Continue reading PET’S PROBS: A SHORT STORY

An Endless Collision of Myths

  1-SNOW WHITE et al   “Anything can be a murder weapon if you put your mind to it.” —Daughter (14) , August 20, 2020 20:20     2- HOVERBOARDS As I always tell our Daughter: the Internet is a tool… make sure you use it and not vice versa… but, further, in order to get the most out of this particular (bundle of) tool(s), you must use it “incorrectly”. That is, use The Internet to your benefit as opposed to the benefit of The Internet’s owners, who use it primarily to A) inflict propaganda B) extend surveillance. I use … Continue reading An Endless Collision of Myths

THE GLITTER PILL CHRONICLES

“Fuck the red pill, fuck the blue and fuck the black, too: my color of choice, in worldview-altering pills,  is ‘glitter’ !”—Pastor Prime 1POWER TO DA PEEP-HOLES The old white men running the world have managed a long, effective and cynically-ironic campaign to demonize Logic and Facts as “white” and “male” and to privilege raw emotions as cardinal, female and virtuously  “of color”. Because one thing the old white men running the world hate is how Logic and Facts, if granted enough credibility,  can undermine Propaganda. For Propaganda (the most powerful organs of which are owned by the old white … Continue reading THE GLITTER PILL CHRONICLES

THE EMOTIONAL EQUIVALENT of FUCK-YOU-MONEY

Walking around the eerily silent, and acrid-smelling,  dystopiascape of a post-Plague Berlin, where former sites of congregation are boarded up by emergency decree,  or marked off by skull-and-crossbones-filigreed biohazard tape, and blackened patches on the sidewalk indicate where bodies were burned, as a precaution, where they fell… Laugh. Just kidding. Everything in Berlin is quite standard (if intermittently rather chilly) for July.  People are working, meeting, strolling, shopping and flowing in and out of public buildings and tooling around on bikes or e-scooters, doing what they usually do. No corpses stacked at the curbs nor post-Apocalyptic Sanitizer Cults to torch … Continue reading THE EMOTIONAL EQUIVALENT of FUCK-YOU-MONEY

NOTA BENE: RESPONSIBLE CT

  As I just commented elsewhere, on my posting of another video, “Eric Weinstein is the managing director of Peter Thiel’s investment firm. As much as I am loath to reference Weinstein (who is both crypto-supremacist and the wearer of outrageous toupees), it’s useful, in the conversation about the simulated financier Epstein, to follow Weinstein’s lead and ask some common sense questions about the case…” Here’s the thing about Weinstein’s following presentation: you will have to pay very close attention in order to get anything out of it. Whatever Weinstein’s other flaws are, he is not a stupid man… and … Continue reading NOTA BENE: RESPONSIBLE CT

MISSIVE 2 AMERIKA, #1

1. TRUMPMANIA   Friends, seriously: please listen: they’re all Evil Shits. . Both sides of the pseudo-divide between Republicrat and Demoblican: shitty with corruption, shitty with contempt for “The People”: both sides are out to gorge on wealth and power at the expense of a naive and numbed-out citizenry. The distraction of Trumpmania (those who hate him and those who love him are partners in the same pointless business) is there to hide the REAL divide, which is between the Autocratic Psychopaths running the show (THEM) and the Serfs in the audience (US). The figurehead in the POTUS chair is … Continue reading MISSIVE 2 AMERIKA, #1

careless marching of Time (updated)

    DSC_6977 from S-FILMS on Vimeo. (Things are hectic around here, Comrades… back with new Words in a few days!) careless marching of Time we have just about reached folks the point at which the words ahem  “Humphrey Bogart” become inscrutable   ADDENDUM A little more to sink your teeth into: A song I wrote for Wife… a Dylan pastiche (in the cascading cadence of Like a Rolling Stone; the syllables in italics emphasize where the stresses fall). Personal curio…   Continue reading careless marching of Time (updated)

IN THE NAME of WIFE & DAUGHTER & GRANDDAUGHTER (& a few billion others)

Remember how European males “discovered” “America,” despite the fact that it was already populated, and they took the place over, making the continent “theirs”? Well, it’s happening again, only this time what they’re invading is the definition of the genetically-determined gender called “female,” aka (in humans) WOMAN. Genetically-determined males: do whatever you prefer, to decorate or transform your own bodies: this is your right! I support you! But, please: come up with a new word/ concept/ label for what it is that you would like to become, with the help of drugs and surgery (or just make-up, or attitude), because the … Continue reading IN THE NAME of WIFE & DAUGHTER & GRANDDAUGHTER (& a few billion others)

BLOOMSDAY in the PLAGUE

Well, JJ was a filthy old fucker but I love him, for some reason, and not necessarily because he battled and belittled priests (uniformed customer service representatives of Bizlam) and despite the fact that he relished dirty knickers.  I suppose my long-running esteem of the man can be traced to his militancy as a talent, his unwavering fealty to the Art, his cussed embrace of the alligator of his rhetorical vision, even as this vision pulled him down under into the twilit bayou of Finnegans Wake,  for 17 years, a text I will not pretend to love or hack my … Continue reading BLOOMSDAY in the PLAGUE

about that time i was detained on suspicion of bank-robbing in minneapolis

So Wife and I were tooling around, yesterday, wallowing in Existence, relishing primitive pleasures, getting some shopping done and so forth. Popped into the Apotheke to fill a plant-based, quasi-Hippie anti-allergy prescription for Wife and also to order more spermicide. You have to order the tubes of this precious stuff days in advance because, for whatever reason (everyone else is Gay, on the Pill or celibate?) they don’t stock these tubes on the Apotheke shelves and I have never loved Wife more, this week, than at the moment she asked the Apotheke’s clerk if it was possible to order an … Continue reading about that time i was detained on suspicion of bank-robbing in minneapolis

RACE TRICK, VIRUS TRICK, SCIENCE TRICK: WHOOSH

PREAMBLE First you must learn the things which The State appears to want to teach you. Then you must learn (under your own guidance)  what The State is and why.  Bearing in mind that additional information,  you eventually learn what it really is that The State has taught you,  and why,  and what you have become as a result, and only then are you in a position to begin to learn, really,  what The State actually is: the Aggregation of every possible variant of You working against Yourself on behalf of a parasitical “elite”. Never forget the tautological aspect to … Continue reading RACE TRICK, VIRUS TRICK, SCIENCE TRICK: WHOOSH

TALE of the BLACKEST GIANT (a long short story)

  he wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld           -James Joyce, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man   Appearance is destiny. Just ask any born-blonde with double-d cup breasts. Ask any dwarf. My gorgeous biological mother spent most of my childhood on her hands and knees.  You could say she was scrubbing. Outside, Chicago’s Southside, there were scenes of shame and aftermath bathed in attenuations of rotten smoke on the wind and The Stockyards ruled the smells when this wind changed and thickened in the reversing, shrouding all … Continue reading TALE of the BLACKEST GIANT (a long short story)

Sarah Gold or Tempus Fuggit

  Snap. Mr Butler grunted and said, “You pick a woman, you pay a little attention to her, you figure out what she thinks she likes and what she really likes and if you do it right, pretty soon she’s yours, man, your very own honey. That plus a part-time job and some barbecue pork three times a month and you’re all set. Fuck college. You see what I’m saying?  You drinking yet?” Butler walked around the table, flexing his gardening gloves. He grunted again and got the legs off the rickety gurney and on to the slightly tilted stainless … Continue reading Sarah Gold or Tempus Fuggit

INTRODUCING INA BOYD

  1. -Ina says a dreamboat’s any man refrains demanding anal on like the third date. -Dreamboat’s mother’s word. -Mother’d pronounce it in-uh. -Daddy said Eee-nah. -Couldn’t even agree on that. -Ina burns her fingers on the water glass. -They served me coffee in a water glass. -My first sensation in Berlin. -A burn. -A Flashback: -Mother pretending drunk on balcony overlooking Mississippi. -A balcony as architectural trophy of amicable divorce. -Mother pretending drunk to make the saying… -Ina needing no such excuse. -…of certain things… -Hard as some things are to say. -…easy… -Excuses are for those who can … Continue reading INTRODUCING INA BOYD

ANOTHER COUNTRY SMELL (a short story from the collection EVEN MORE DIFFICULT TEXTS)

1. Every day of a school week, a yellow girl ran up the street toward the Chalfonts. She ran with a paper sack tucked under one arm, her black hair laid flat on the long March wind. It was a fine spring day, not long after Easter. Smells were blowing back up into Chicago from the South. Some good, some bad. The yellow girl lifted one corner of her white dress to run in it. The soles of her feet were as black as burnt pancakes as they slapped the sidewalk and black boys of the neighborhood, on the street … Continue reading ANOTHER COUNTRY SMELL (a short story from the collection EVEN MORE DIFFICULT TEXTS)

THE BIRTHMARK (a short story from DIFFICULT TEXTS)

  The little bald citizen from an Otto Dix painting asks Veer ah yoo go-ink and Frederick shrugs so slowly the gesture becomes strange to him before he completes it. The last thing he came to Berlin to do is sit beside a panting homosexualist as the lights go down in a movie house. He doesn’t know what he came to Berlin for but he knows it wasn’t that. He knows so little so well. He can feel Herr Ludwig watching from the kitchen as he saunters up the street with his hands in his pockets under fizzy warm twilight … Continue reading THE BIRTHMARK (a short story from DIFFICULT TEXTS)

THE ELEPHANT EYE MYSTERIES (an allegorical horror story)

  Wednesday night they went and saw an arty Italian horror movie at the TLA and after the lights went up and they were climbing the gentle grade of the worn aisle-carpet to the EXIT, Bill said, with his teasing voice, “Did you see how that foxy girl was looking at you?” “What foxy girl?” “The foxy girl sitting in front of us. The curly-haired girl in front of us in the checkered Furstenberg wrap.” “The checkered what? How could the foxy girl in front of us be looking at me if she was sitting in front of us? Did … Continue reading THE ELEPHANT EYE MYSTERIES (an allegorical horror story)

THE STRANGE CASE of the CUDDLIEST REVOLUTIONARY (A TIMELY REPRINT): UPDATED

(first published in May of 2019) This is a follow up to a recent post called Gimlet-Eyed Rune Reading, at the end of which I tacked what should be a revelatory riff about the absurdly transparent implausibility of the “Bay of Pigs” pseudo-invasion of ’63. You are forgiven for not already knowing all the details of that “historical” (dramaturgical) event, but once you know them, I think, you may feel a bit dizzy. The most importantly dizzy-making detail being Fidel Castro himself. I don’t know a single Lefty-type who has not at some point revered Fidel Castro, but, like lots … Continue reading THE STRANGE CASE of the CUDDLIEST REVOLUTIONARY (A TIMELY REPRINT): UPDATED

SMERSH, SPECTRE, KAOS, WHO

PREAMBLE: A BEDTIME PARABLE FOR CLEVER LITTLE TWATLETS   You have two old friends, Ollie and Zeke. . Ollie appears to be rather well off (fancy car and clothes) but he has swindled you many times in the past. Being an amiable sort, you largely forget these swindles soon after each one happens  (call these past swindles “WMD,” “Ebola,” “Sars,” “Gulf of Tonkin,” “Red Scare,” “Mad Cow,” “Bird Flu,””Heterosexual HIV,” “9/11,” “Libya,”  “Central Park Wildings,” “Lone Gunmen of Various Vintages,” “Peak Oil,” “Ozone Holes,” “Zika,” “Soon to be Submerged Coastal Cities,” “FBI sting-operations against Improbable Jihadis,” et al). Zeke, on … Continue reading SMERSH, SPECTRE, KAOS, WHO

THE NIGHTINGALE: A MEDITATION

Went for a walk with Wife in the crisp light under the blaze-blue lid on the sky,  a walk in a different direction,  toward a sweetly second-rate park where we stopped in the shade of a cluster of slim-trunked trees and bushes blossoming in blossoms identical to the bone-white trefoil buttons of my grandmother’s last new coat. There we became attentive to the song of a bird which Wife informed me was a nightingale, performing for us at 11am. Wife and I spent quite a while trying to spot this nightingale and our shared sensation became,  increasingly,  that of a … Continue reading THE NIGHTINGALE: A MEDITATION

CHAPTER 20 from THIS INCREDIBLE SEX COMEDY: A NOVEL

  from the completed novel THIS INCREDIBLE SEX   COMEDY or  the little almanac  of Famous Black Philosophers & Great German Comedians  a novel as poem or symphony or joke —-(download the 231-pg pdf HERE     ”The best reader,” he says, ”is one who is most open to human possibility, to understanding the great range of plausibility in human actions. It’s not true that modern life is too fantastic to be written about successfully. It’s that the most successful work is so demanding.” It is, he adds, as though our better writers ”feel that the novel’s vitality requires risks not … Continue reading CHAPTER 20 from THIS INCREDIBLE SEX COMEDY: A NOVEL

CHAPTERS 5-7 from THIS INCREDIBLE SEX COMEDY

from the completed novel THIS INCREDIBLE SEX   COMEDY or  the little almanac  of Famous Black Philosophers & Great German Comedians  a novel as poem or symphony or joke —-(download the 231-pg pdf HERE   As the breadth, length, depth, mass and attitudinal range of the Commercially Available Novel all shrink toward the nugatory null-point of Acceptable Thoughts and Products (like the walls closing in, in a fiendish trap for a sex-obsessed hero of a ’60s spy flick), all we can all do is push back with our fearless Imaginations. As Readers/ Writers. Push back. This novel works its themes and … Continue reading CHAPTERS 5-7 from THIS INCREDIBLE SEX COMEDY

CHAPTERS 8-10 from THIS INCREDIBLE SEX COMEDY

from the completed novel THIS INCREDIBLE SEX   COMEDY or  the little almanac  of Famous Black Philosophers & Great German Comedians  a novel as poem or symphony or joke —-(download the 231-pg pdf HERE   Old Paul (in his late 50s) had a tightly-controlled, week-long affair with married Berlin Artist Claudia Chang. When Claudia’s husband Tim returned from his 2-week business trip to Montreal, the affair (as per its own ground rules) ended. Complications ramify with an angry knock on Paul’s only door one morning…   8 Paul and Claudia had what they called their Week of Miracles, then Tim came … Continue reading CHAPTERS 8-10 from THIS INCREDIBLE SEX COMEDY

CHAPTER 26 and (most of) CHAPTER 27 from THIS INCREDIBLE SEX COMEDY

from the completed novel THIS INCREDIBLE SEX   COMEDY or  the little almanac  of Famous Black Philosophers & Great German Comedians  a novel as poem or symphony or joke —-(download the 231-pg pdf HERE Young Paul (PJ) is a poet and aficionado of experimental music of the late ’70s and early ’80s and he is “of color”. He is hanging out a lot, in this section of the book, with Young Joel (Jaye Zeus), the lead singer of a post-Japan band, because Paul is attracted to Joel’s girlfriend,  Young Tiara (also of color). Paul is having an on-and-off thing with a … Continue reading CHAPTER 26 and (most of) CHAPTER 27 from THIS INCREDIBLE SEX COMEDY

STRONGER THAN…

… your goddamn sappy Netflix-narcotix. It’s probably almost impossible to believe but this man (in the clip below) was one of my heroes when I was 13 (living in one of the most famously toxic neighborhoods in America). In 1972, I read an excerpt from one of Ionesco’s plays in either the Saturday Review (I had a subscription) or Evergreen Magazine. The excerpt from his work of the “Theater Absurd” took over my imagination and I tried to write something similar, although I didn’t quite have enough Life-experience to put my unusual vocabulary to good use until much later. . … Continue reading STRONGER THAN…

THOUGHTS ON NOT-THINKING

  1 Note to Writers: no one who writes optimistically gets to be lauded as “prescient” a generation or two later.   2  We’ve had widespread access to cellphone technology for almost 30 years, now. Why are 10-20% of us still shouting into our phones? What are some of us trying to say to the strangers in the immediate vicinity while ostensibly enjoying the high-tech miracle of communicating with people,  whom we actually know,  who are miles away?   3 Harried radicals worried that governments around the world seem increasingly noncommittal, at best, regarding the protection of Free Speech (as … Continue reading THOUGHTS ON NOT-THINKING

THE BROTHERLAND MIRACLES (chapters 10 -15)

  Something else to do during your Plague Vacation: read excerpts from a sci fi novel which culturally-appropriates a fumbling lesbian teen sex initiation mishap, while investigating the time-traveling problems of plagiarism,  and more     10. When O’Sirus enters the bedroom, Katryn, on the bed, back to the door, says, without turning, “I was afraid you’d been kidnapped.” “In a way, that’s exactly what happened. I was being held hostage to the shameless American compulsion to tell all.” “Such as.” “Our Shem was once skinny and beautiful and young.” “How embarrassing.” “And what were you up to?” “Stuff.” “In other words, … Continue reading THE BROTHERLAND MIRACLES (chapters 10 -15)

RAVENELLA: a Fairytale by Steven Augustine

  RAVENELLA a fairytale by Steven Augustine   -Preamble- Eine frischvermählte junge Frau läuft vom Wasserholen aus der dörflichen Quelle durch den finsteren Wald nach Hause… A newly married young woman was walking home through the forest after a trip to the village well. She was blonde as straw and white as moonlit snow, with eyes more blue than a teapot. Out of boredom she took an unfamiliar path through the forest and glimpsed, over a high garden wall, a ripe red bunch of cherries. Seeing the ripe cherries, she realized how hungry she was, and, putting down her bucket … Continue reading RAVENELLA: a Fairytale by Steven Augustine

FLATTENING ALL CURVES ON THE IRONY BOARD or ALL HAIL THE NEW FEAR

Just skimmed, within a nausea-inducing vortex of hyper-vigilant irony, the tepid new George Saunders ditty in The New Yorker. The story is a dull contraption designed to give its readers the fantods about a post-Trumpian near-future in which one’s emails are routinely read by sinister forces (much like the experience of actual citizens of the past 20 years, and Now, then) and so forth. But reading Saunders’ bit of unintentional black humor, the dystopia didn’t feel like a post-Trumpian nightmare of one or two administrations hence… it felt like Life in a “liberal democracy” under CoronaVid next week. I could … Continue reading FLATTENING ALL CURVES ON THE IRONY BOARD or ALL HAIL THE NEW FEAR

QUARANZINE: THE APRIL LOOMS EDITION

  ***FLASH FICTION OF THE QUARANTINE 1the gold doughnut Dirk B. got wind of the underground Cough-In raves from a friend of a friend of a friend who pushed an ironically-wrapped (old sandwich bag including crumbs) note through the slit in his door at an obscene hour like ten in the morning or something.  The slit in Dirk’s door had a hinged aluminum guard over it so whenever bills or proliferating pizza-delivery flyers slipped through it woke Dirk up with a clank. When the note about the underground Cough-In rave slipped through, Dirk was dreaming of gold, doughnut-sized doughnuts glazed … Continue reading QUARANZINE: THE APRIL LOOMS EDITION

PLAGUE SPRING JOURNAL PT 3

____1 Berlin, day and night, now,  looks like a De Chirico painting. One very nearly has the trains and buses to oneself. I popped into a supermarket for an emergency supply of one blue can of smoked almonds and could picture myself on the security camera’s abandoned screens,  monitored with timestamped machine boredom from very high and forgotten angles, up and down each empty aisle, stopping here and there to peer more closely, without touching,  at a bottle or a bag, youthful spring in my step and an imperceptible temptation to sing an unselfconscious aria as I eventually reached for … Continue reading PLAGUE SPRING JOURNAL PT 3

PLAGUE SPRING JOURNAL

  1 A former acquaintance (“academic activist”) posted this, recently, on Twitter, and I marveled at his *apparent* naïveté  regarding A) Bernie B) The System. “how is it that in the whole country there is only one @BernieSanders who dares to challenge the prevailing orthodoxy like this? Of all the ivy league-educated establishment with all their smart critical acumen, no-one dares to speak truth to power, though the people long for it.” Because credible (uncompromised) speakers of Truth-to-Power are never allowed unfiltered access to national platforms; anyone with constant access to such platforms is, logically, suspect. Pinning hopes for change … Continue reading PLAGUE SPRING JOURNAL

THAT PANOPLY OF VOICES (in my head)

  Five or six or seven of my creations speak for themselves:   *** “To write at all well is to relinquish one’s casual understanding of the world. One’s self-protecting misconceptions of the world. To write at all well is to yank the veil off it. The process changes the writer, and only a changed writer can change the world for the reader reading him. Writing for a complicated, captive, paying audience of con men, arsonists, robbers, rapists, drug addicts, tax evaders, purse-snatchers, brawlers, burglars, bootleggers and sundry uncouth disturbers of the peace, I developed a complicated knowledge of what … Continue reading THAT PANOPLY OF VOICES (in my head)

END OF AN ERROR: THE WELCOME DEATH of the SO-CALLED “LIT BLOG”

Lit Blogs are being shuttered (or abandoned, lights still on, uneaten breakfast on the table) left and right. The shutterings are sometimes accompanied by grandiose valedictory statements at which I can’t help snorting: another stuffy, tin-eared, humor-free pedant with five, or ten,  or fifteen years’ worth of preeningly-curated reading lists  (of obscure and bleak German, South American, Turkish or Scandinavian novels in translation)  is calling it the End of an Era? Ha! Most of these Lit Blogs were actually second rate Undergrad Philosophy seminars run by pantomime Dons in the pipe-smoking, cape-wearing, fantasy tradition. They would not, could not, tell … Continue reading END OF AN ERROR: THE WELCOME DEATH of the SO-CALLED “LIT BLOG”

THE RISE of the PURPLE STATE & OTHER ODDITIES

1 THE PURPLE STATE A little more than a week ago, while attempting to log into Wife’s Facebook (it’s a commercial account; I handle her soc med), I accidentally logged into my own account, the one I deactivated in 2015, and it was like walking back through Time into a disco-era dorm room and fingering the quaint paperbacks, and baubles, on that other era’s desk. It was fun to see my metaphorical Pink Floyd poster and to finger my metaphorical pet rock again while also feeling grateful that I had managed to skip Facebook 2016’s promise to force me to … Continue reading THE RISE of the PURPLE STATE & OTHER ODDITIES

HIERONYMUS PINK

Wife and I were out shopping to gather together the elements of tall/skinny Daughter’s finicky,  grease-free, bird-like meals, for the weekend, and after we got the food from one end of the shopping-center,  we remembered that we’d wanted paper towels, too, so into the German equivalent of an American “drugstore,” (which is not what is called, here, an Apotheke),  at the other end of the shopping center,  we slipped. Wife is tall, fit and beautiful and she walks sharpish in her skin-tight black trousers and no-nonsense boots, with great elegance, and I relish these outings, zipping along with her, holding … Continue reading HIERONYMUS PINK

2 SAUL and WALLY TALES (two short stories)

  Few people are aware of the fact that Saul Bellow and Ralph Ellison were chums. This unlikely twosome inhabited my imagination in a series of vignettes I channeled a “few years ago” (going on ten, I think), two of which I took the trouble to write. I love these projected confabulations but some readers, over the years, have been offended by them. Ah! What doesn’t offend them, if the conditions are even only slightly right…?   1. IF I DEALT IN CANDLES: THE LOST MASTERPIECE OF RALPH ELLISON   Constance thanked Wally profusely for his helpful critique and slipped … Continue reading 2 SAUL and WALLY TALES (two short stories)

THE POMO TICKLER: A TASTEFULLY EVANESCENT BLACK COMEDY MICRO-ZINE

  —-FREE BUMPERSTICKER CONCEPTS FOR THE SUPER-CLUED-IN—-   ***”IT’S THE NEONICOTINOIDS, STUPID!” ***”I BRAKE FOR TRIGGER-HAPPY CENTURIONS” ***”MEN STARE AT MY BOOBS THE WAY I STARE AT BABIES: LIKE THEY THINK THEY’RE HARDWIRED TO DO IT!” ***”C02 = PLANT AIR, DIPSHIT” ***”WTF  R  U  ‘CONSERVING’ EXCEPT UR PRIVILEGE?” ***”ANTI-WAR, PRO-SEX, AMBIVALENT TOWARDS MONEY:  BRING BACK THE GENUINE LEFT” ***”CALL ME WHATEVER YOU LIKE WHILE I DO WHATEVER I PLEASE” ***”UNPLANNED BABY ON BOARD” ***”MY OTHER CAR IS IN A FANCY GARAGE FOR CAPITALIST MIRAGES” ***”THE BEARDED, VAGUELY-LEVANTINE, ANUS-FREE SKY GIANT IS WATCHING” ***”OK, KONSOOOMER!” ***”WHO TAUGHT YOU TO PRONOUNCE ‘VEGAN’ … Continue reading THE POMO TICKLER: A TASTEFULLY EVANESCENT BLACK COMEDY MICRO-ZINE

TUESDAY RUMINATIONS of an ALPHA NERD

  1 The Aleatory interaction of Opportunity and Capability:   Earth’s Racial Dominance Hierarchy explained in a nutshell. A nutshell self-servingly misunderstood by Racists of every temperament.   2 We are a Frontline ER overstaffed with Brilliant Diagnosticians yet conspicuously devoid of Surgeons.   3 “There is nothing wrong with literature participating in—or being used as material for—social and political debates: from Ulysses to The Golden Notebook to Beloved, many of the great works of twentieth-century fiction have served as touchstones in cultural conversations. Surely, though, we lose something when this is all we can figure out to do with literature—as any of the authors of those … Continue reading TUESDAY RUMINATIONS of an ALPHA NERD

COLLECTED APHORISMS and OBSERVATIONS of PASTOR PRIME: A NOTEBOOK

1. “Anger with your father IS your father.”  2. “It is notoriously difficult to convince people living in a modern police state that they’re living in a police state… especially when the police state provides cheap doughnuts and free porn.” 3. “The sensitive, the creative, are under prolonged assault from the materialist superculture of the workaday world; Art is a virtual refuge where the at-risk sensibility is protected, validated and rewarded with pleasure. Art is the little cathedral in the big abattoir. I have elected to live there.” 4 .”There is nothing to fear in Life but humiliation, theft, assault, insanity, rejection, … Continue reading COLLECTED APHORISMS and OBSERVATIONS of PASTOR PRIME: A NOTEBOOK

TRAILBLAZING (IN A BRUSH FIRE)

One of the delinquent qualities I harp on, in the fiction that disappoints me the most, is the lazy sameness of it all. I don’t mean they’re all made of the same plots, or all equally under-worked and under-realized, or all in first person present continuous, or too often about bad relationships or middle class wilderness epiphanies or gifted and/or evil children. It’s more that everybody keeps drawing with the same six obvious crayons. Achieving the kindergarten’s bulletin-board “Art” Gallery effect of cloying, across-the-board Blah. You can (you must) push the form; (re-) extend the boundaries of the comprehensible (in … Continue reading TRAILBLAZING (IN A BRUSH FIRE)

PUNISH THE WICKED (a short story)

                                          -Bees are in this world to punish the wicked. Ma-Ma nodded as she spoke. Henry was sorry he had asked the question. Henry felt exposed as the wicked as Ma-Ma  pointed at God,  who was hidden in the sky,  before Ma-Ma knelt on a cushion in the flowerbed and resumed her muddy work with the trowel, stabbing the earth. They were going to make new flowers. The old house was nice but it needed more paint and it needed … Continue reading PUNISH THE WICKED (a short story)

COZY DYSTOPIAS: A COMPARATIVE REVIEW IN 2 DISTINCT INSTALLMENTS

(This is the first of two related reviews, one negative, one positive… guess which is which… about Elvia Wilk’s “Oval” and then about Candia McWilliam’s “What to Look for in Winter: A Memoir in Blindness”… the review of the latter available hereabouts, most probably,  by Sunday or shortly thereafter.) I’m not sure if I’m entirely comfortable with the trend of characters from Dystopian narratives writing and publishing the very narratives from which they appear to spring. Regarding which these Author/Characters would probably say: “Get used to it.” Perhaps it’s revealingly old fashioned, my expectation of maintaining the luxury of at … Continue reading COZY DYSTOPIAS: A COMPARATIVE REVIEW IN 2 DISTINCT INSTALLMENTS

CONFESSIONS OF AN IMMATERIALIST (more SMATTERING)

  I recently had the opportunity to post the following comment in response to a pointless article by the HR Puffinstuff of pseudo-Lefties (what’s her name again? The Australian? Caitlin something…?);  I wrote: “Trump this, Trump that. It’s like shaking your fist at the figurehead/ hood ornament on the 18-wheel death barge that ran over your granny. Surely you know that the clown you’re hating on is a figurehead who does the bidding of the same Plutocrats who told BHO, and The Clintons, what to declare, and when, and why, and how, while various injuriously felonious global US GOV moves … Continue reading CONFESSIONS OF AN IMMATERIALIST (more SMATTERING)

SMATTERINGS*

*(… sundry head-scratchers, gaspers, sunbeams and ironies collected from books read between dec 2 2019 and jan 21 2020)   1 “… in 1960, highranking Nazi bureaucrat Adolf Eichmann – one the chief architects of the Nazi genocide – was captured in Argentina, kidnapped and transported to Israel, where he was imprisoned while awaiting trial. Incidentally, at some point during his incarceration, one of Eichmann’s guards gave him a copy of the recently published German translation of Lolita, as German Jewish émigré philosopher Hannah Arendt puts it, “for relaxation.” After two days Eichmann returned it, visibly indignant, telling his guard, … Continue reading SMATTERINGS*

2020: CHAPTER ONE

One of the Holy Grails of Berlin’s Musical Culture (which is nearly as cool as Minneapolis was in the 1980s, far cooler than post-Grunge San Diego was in the mid-to-late ’90s and can’t even come close to the Psychedelic Revival/ Break-Beating Soul ll Soul and Acid Jazz explosion of London in the year 1990,  precisely) is a solid drummer,  with professional skills and practises, who comes with his own recording studio and ultra-cool hair:  I scored one,  for free, for my project,  this January. Better than the model race car track for Christmas, ’66. Portending  many warm dazzles and several big … Continue reading 2020: CHAPTER ONE

TOWARD A PLAUSIBLE, DYSTOPIA-SURVIVING CANON

Walk the long halls of any canon and you’ll find clunkers, oddities and impostors on its spot-lighted walls. The more discriminating you are, the more of these jarring entries you’ll find and, as time goes on, Time itself, you will see, loosens many of the fraudulent entries from where they’re mounted. In the Lit Canon, for example: Saul Bellow? Heavy in smarts and chutzpah and light on Literary Genius, Bellow was the not-entirely-unwitting beneficiary of the historic conditions (the postWar ascendancy of semi-assimilated Jewish writers,  and publishers,  within a traditionally WASPist practise; that and, later,  Israel’s PR offensive in the … Continue reading TOWARD A PLAUSIBLE, DYSTOPIA-SURVIVING CANON

BLACK GOLD: AN OPEN LETTER TO WELL-MEANING LIT-LIBERALS

A blogger gifted with very-often fine taste, who runs a cultural-curation site I usually quite enjoy visiting, has, I’ve found,  a little bit of a weirdly super-generous eye when it comes to material produced by Artistes of Color, especially in Lit,  and, yes,  I can feel some of you recoil, from the screen,  as I go there. Perhaps this post is NSFW if you work for a virtue-signalling tech start-up, but:  His standards drop straight through the floor/ when Black nonsense raps on the door.  It’s like: uh: almost any Black (or “Black”) writer has something interesting to say… and … Continue reading BLACK GOLD: AN OPEN LETTER TO WELL-MEANING LIT-LIBERALS

BUT WHAT ABOUT THE DERANGED VEGAN BIRKENSTOCK-WEARING MANCHURIAN SOCCER MOM OPTION?

  1. Because do we really think They (TFIC*) don’t have decades of filthy, disgusting, illegal, immoral and High Definition beyond-the-pale material of T-Rump on VHS, 16mm film, infrared video, Nagra audio plus aisles of notarized documents with which to get him yanked out of office (and fitted with a ball-gag in Guantanamo) before Xmas… if They wanted? Do we really think there aren’t videos of T-Rump frolicking naked with Thai adolescents? Are we really believing there’s no room full of foot-thick dossiers of evidence, in all of T-Rump’s financial records, of tax evasion, blackmail, extortion, bribery, insider-trading, outright theft … Continue reading BUT WHAT ABOUT THE DERANGED VEGAN BIRKENSTOCK-WEARING MANCHURIAN SOCCER MOM OPTION?

LABREXIT

I’ve read a few hoarse-voiced postmortems regarding the Grendelian routing of Labour (UK Elections) but haven’t seen anyone mention the obvious. Beyond the thin wedge of “informed” voters who voted “issues,” and beyond the wider wedge of the voters who were quite earnestly involved in judging a personality contest, there was a broader swathe of passionately-uneducated people who have internet connections and watch daytime talkshows and read the Daily Mail (et al)…  who decisively and predictably cast their votes against (including but not restricted to)  Greta Thunberg, Extreme and Frightening Scandinavian PC Practices, “knife-crime,” Stormzy, gender reassignment treatments for 6-year-olds, … Continue reading LABREXIT

THE TRENCH

  We are clumped together in a bewildering welter of struggles against precision-tooled not-good things (ranging from chintzy to show-stopping in appearance and effect) but most of us don’t know it. Many of us sense it,  dreamily, yes. The sensing hasn’t matured into an understanding culminating in a useful response. Things are vague.  Our Army lacks coherence. We are tossed into the battle by birth and more often than not simply age out of Existence before we manage to fire a single shot in the War. There’s the mad scramble for Status preoccupying us but to how many of us … Continue reading THE TRENCH

CRANKY NIGGLES

1. article: A Language All Its Own: The Fiction of Gary Lutz http://epiphanyzine.com/features/2019/11/6/a-language-all-its-own-the-fiction-of-gary-lutz “In his introduction to The Complete Gary Lutz, Brian Evenson recounts his experience “with a gathering of French translators and editors” during which the group concludes that translating Gary Lutz is “impossible.” “I know what you’re thinking: hyperbole. There’s no way writing can be “impossible” to translate. Perhaps a translation doesn’t quite capture the essence of the writing in its original tongue, but any translator will tell you that very few translations succeed in doing so. Hyperbole it is not, I assure you. Gary Lutz’s writing is … Continue reading CRANKY NIGGLES

LETTERS WITH ET

  Sometimes, when old virtual  friend (talented professional artist ET) and I should be working (well at least we’re out of bed, each of us, and fully clothed, or, I mean, I  know I am), we exchange mildly offensive emails on topics relevant to the trendy concerns of our record-breaking era… 1. ET@et.org.uk <ET@et.org.uk> To:‘Steven Augustine’ SUBJECT: Stewart Lee Dec 2 at 12:33 PM . This made me laugh “Many years ago, while wearing a Navajo jacket, I was accused of cultural appropriation. I told the zealot harassing me the jacket was a gift from a Native American shaman-clown, under … Continue reading LETTERS WITH ET

THE SONG-DREAMING QUEEN of WOKEVILLE

  (This is a re-post and re-write from a post about a story that hadn’t fully played out when I first posted it)   As I scramble to wrap up a three-year-long recording project (the best studio recordings I’ve ever gotten; the production isn’t slick but it’s savagely inventive and the sonics are nice and chewy) before the year is done, I’m having to hire musicians to come in on eight bars here, and four bars there, to plug a handful of holes in the arrangements. My production rule is that every four bars in a song has to have … Continue reading THE SONG-DREAMING QUEEN of WOKEVILLE

NOVEMBER NOTEBOOK

ongoingly misc and sundry thoughts of late, late Fall 1-Somewhere between Neo Nazi slogan-slinging and the  15,000,000,000-page Millennial Thought-Crime Offenses Codex, there is reasonable, and reasonably unsanitized, discourse. Locating that sweet spot is a worthy (and not really terribly difficult) challenge, though it is clearly not for Retards or the easily-offended. The time may well be coming again… 2-A Novel is just a play with insanely detailed stage-directions. 3-I spent my adolescence in Las Vegas and therefore tend to pronounce “Vegan”  under that influence;  Daughter invariably corrects me (“It’s VEE-GAHN, Daddy!”)  and I invariably point out that this pronunciation is … Continue reading NOVEMBER NOTEBOOK

BEING & BEGINNING

Losing 25 novel-pounds this summer, and keeping them off, was as easy as not eating much and walking the daily distances of a madman. Doing anything like a madman is so worryingly easy, isn’t it? I was initially afraid of losing the weight, especially after hearing from an Italian music biz friend  who, judging from Fecebook, had been slightly hefty and nicely youthful-looking before meeting a younger woman and losing quite a bit of weight. In the picture “Mario” proudly attached,  to his catching-up email, he looked roughly 80 years old. A nice strong jolt of unspiration at the beginning … Continue reading BEING & BEGINNING

CH-CH-CH-CH-CHANGELESS

“Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.” —Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr —(I’m taking a musical pause, this weekend, because the guy I’m working on a pre-production with, before taking that track into the Big Studio, is sorting out a Midi issue; being a Compulsive Writer I’m relaxing, in this break, by writing)—     A tried and true click-bait headline one reads a dozen times per day, in the “Alt Right” or “Socialist Left” territory of the ChatterNet, is something along the lines of “Capitalism is Destroying Itself” (I’m looking at you, Chris Hedges),  or “The Last Days of the … Continue reading CH-CH-CH-CH-CHANGELESS

LETTER TO ET

(another letter to old friend, professional Artist and recalcitrant Manchesteronian, ET, who generously provided the fabulous illustration for last year’s  THIS) I wrote… ET! I know it’s not even December yet, but the season is already so…  Christmassy… that I feel inspired to share with you something that is somewhat of a Yuletide tradition around our compound (nervously toggles the control on the camera monitoring rear left perimeter) … a video I can’t see without immediately thinking innocently of Santa… elves… adultery… karate moves… peyote…   PS To another friend: Dear D: I know you’re a KB aficionado but this vid … Continue reading LETTER TO ET

***WE DO NOT DIE: FUTURE TALES of CRIME and FORGETTING***

(A TEN-CHAPTER EXCERPT FROM A COLLECTION of SHORTS)   “We do not die but we forget and forgetting is like unto death, a death of tired associations and attachments, connections so weary they attenuate rather than snap, the rearranging of rearrangement that can only end in the erasure of particulate matter; not a break but an evanescence, a reduction of material memory to its finest single grain, which is not an atom but what this atom meant to itself and other atoms as it forgot itself into The Future.” —Anonymous 1A Silke 7   The awkwardness of seeing Jeff with … Continue reading ***WE DO NOT DIE: FUTURE TALES of CRIME and FORGETTING***

FROM A BRIEF FLURRY OF CYNICAL EMAILS (THIS EVENING)

  A Friend wrote, today: What? Not “buried at sea”? Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi killed in US raid, Trump confirms https://www.theguardian.com/world/2019/oct/27/abu-bakr-al-baghdadi-isis-leader-killed-us-donald-trump?CMP=Share_iOSApp_Other To which I responded: A) Isn’t this excerpt,  from the article,  phrased in exactly the way one would phrase it in a satire of the same story: “Test results gave certain immediate and totally positive identification, it was him” ? B) BHO’s Team must be laughing their slick asses off: 1) What kind of Brand Recognition does this “dead turriss” have? 2) How much of a poll-points-bump will Trump get with this? 3) Isn’t he  (pages impatiently through manual)  supposed to *start* his own war (against, um, … Continue reading FROM A BRIEF FLURRY OF CYNICAL EMAILS (THIS EVENING)

WEIRD SCENES OFFSET OUR PLEASURES: BERLIN

On the way home from riding with Daughter to school, this morning, I received a call from Beloved Wife using an unusually squeamish voice. A hawk was dead in our garden! I’ve had to deal with eternity-shocked (extravagantly plump) pigeons, in our garden, before… but a hawk? I call it “our” garden but it’s Wife’s grand project; she found a place, with a private garden, for us to move into (right around the corner from the medical practise of my intense Persian ex… into whom we bump all the time… one of those Novel coincidences) and Wife cultivated the large-ish … Continue reading WEIRD SCENES OFFSET OUR PLEASURES: BERLIN

SEX, DEATH & IDENTITY

Sometime around the year 2002 or 2003 I wrote a novella called THE BAD CZECH. The narrative of that novella is a proper Möbius strip in which the narrator dies about two-thirds of the way through. Then I wrote two more novellas, THE BOMB COLLECTOR and JESUS IN VEGAS. They form a postmodern (I’m not ashamed of the word)  trilogy that I’ve collected in one book called 3PSTMDRN MURDER MYSTERY NOVELLAS (CLICK HERE) I painted the Phalli, illustrating this post, in Southern California, during a time the THE BAD CZECH references (the narrator had been living with the female lead of that … Continue reading SEX, DEATH & IDENTITY

PLANET of PARAGONS

Had I ever taught Creative Writing (and is that cozy old phrase more,  or less,  redundant than the rarely-encountered labels “Active Athletics” or “Audible Music”?), there’s one lesson I would have found myself reiterating every week, if not  with every breath, because it’s such a fundamental, and persistently ignored, literary principle. Reading James Wolcott’s 2009 LRB review of John Updike’s The Widows of Eastwick,  just now, I wanted to remind Wolcott himself of that principle; quoting the article: “…a soft-spoken gent named Willard, […] expresses condolences to Alexandra over the loss of her husband, adding in his ‘sugary, melancholy voice’ … Continue reading PLANET of PARAGONS

YOU HAD NO IDEA: THE GRUESOME ADVENTURES OF CASSIUS CLAY

Cassius Marcellus Clay (/ˈkæʃəs ˌmɑːrˈsɛləs/; October 19, 1810 – July 22, 1903), nicknamed the “Lion of White Hall”, was a Kentucky planter, politician, and emancipationist who worked for the abolition of slavery. He was a founding member of the Republican Party in Kentucky, and was appointed by President Abraham Lincoln as the United States minister to Russia. Clay is credited with gaining Russian support for the Union during the American Civil War. The younger Clay attended Transylvania University.  Transylvania’s name, meaning “across the woods” in Latin, stems from the university’s founding in the heavily forested region of western Virginia known as the Transylvania Colony, which became most of Kentucky in 1792. Transylvania is the alma mater of two U.S. … Continue reading YOU HAD NO IDEA: THE GRUESOME ADVENTURES OF CASSIUS CLAY

A GENTLE PLEA

The ability to Think is not fashionable; it is fashionable instead to recycle prefabricated slogans and attitudes which are disseminated and policed by Social Media. Even (or especially) online opinionators who present themselves as authoritatively rational steer straight for the “likes” by indulging in the appropriate Herdthink of their respective demographics. Nothing to say about endemic Queer Racism, or the third-world-resource-plundering that feeds Woke Obesity, or the psycho-social plague of Urban Black Auto-Genocide,  because it’s safer to shame “the male gaze” or celebrate the infantilizing victim status of a Universal Brand of  “WOMAN” that seems to be borrowed from a … Continue reading A GENTLE PLEA

VIGNETTES FROM THE BIZARRE AND ONGOING EFFORT TO CONVINCE US WE DON’T EXIST

VIGNETTES FROM THE BIZARRE AND ONGOING EFFORT TO CONVINCE US WE DON’T EXIST (which doesn’t stop Them from trying to sell us i-phones, does it?): an essay   “After all, there must be reasons why the CIA and the Department of Defence field-commissioned all those cultural commissars and behavioral scientists. The definition of reality belongs, in this age, not to the free-lance speculators but to the subtle infra-structure snoops and Heisenbergian reality-definers.”— Sol Yurick, Evergreen Review, 1969 (Before the essay begins, an aside: just the other day, an old friend, visiting from the USA*, brought up the heavily-memed notion, over … Continue reading VIGNETTES FROM THE BIZARRE AND ONGOING EFFORT TO CONVINCE US WE DON’T EXIST

SOMETHING BIG WILL HAPPEN

In 2000 I was living in Southern California in an idiotic paradise of flowers, palm trees, skunks, echinacea, closeted Navy types and hummingbirds. The mean temperature in San Diego was neither too hot  nor too cold, the rainfall a pittance, as blondes in convertibles cruised all year long with tops down, under enamel-blue skies, to and from a cocktail-blue Pacific beside which I  lazed many a long day away,  the ocean and I tossing and turning so languidly in our sleep. Blonde bunnies battled dark-haired hunks with beach balls while lithe-but-leathery Gay men rollerbladed ornately along a boardwalk covered in … Continue reading SOMETHING BIG WILL HAPPEN

SUNDAY WALKS and READING (EVEN YOUR DEVILS HAVE DEVILS) and A DREAM

It’s a holiday over here and the Sundayness of the day is fucking with my circadian rhythm. Most of the stores are closed and it’s overcast and quite cold (low teens centigrade), which, incidentally, has been a meteorological joke for over a month, now:  they had their fearmongering  Greta Thunberg  “Extinction Rebellion” regime change march a couple of weeks ago, during which they tried to terrify the kiddies ‘n Hipster demographic  regarding “global warming”… on what just happened to be a rather chilly Friday-the-20th.  September is normally a fairly warm month in Berlin but not this year. It was unseasonably cold until … Continue reading SUNDAY WALKS and READING (EVEN YOUR DEVILS HAVE DEVILS) and A DREAM

EN GARDE, REARGUARD

As much of a devotee of the forward-lookingly groovy as I may be, I draw the line, without apology, at atavisms like cannibalism, necrophilia, coprophilia, child-involved-incest, pederasty and country/western music (and I am less than happy to think of the traffic these key-words will attract to his post). There is a big difference between believing that consenting adults should have every right to indulge in two (guess which) of the above… and actually thinking that any of the above is cool, or pretending to like, or attempting to “understand,” it. Go far enough back in the hominid story and many, … Continue reading EN GARDE, REARGUARD

IDIOVIDEO

Still so little Time, right now,  to write detailed essays regarding the Imperial Absurdities we all live with,  and through,  with our tight little grins (but I must say I love how the Greta Thunberg charm offensive is falling apart:  you see? They aren’t infallible… They often fuck up,  They arrogantly miscalculate and Their social engineering schemes fall temporarily to pieces; sometimes the fuck ups are so huge even Duh Masses balk). I’m not only focused on finishing up this three-year album project; I’m bringing a couple of novels toward their finish lines, too. It’s the blogging that I cut … Continue reading IDIOVIDEO

ANOTHER QUICK POST while we finish mixing our Album: Odds/ Ends/ Shitbombs/ et al

  1 Your period tracker app might be sharing your sensitive data to Facebook– That data includes when millions of women last had sex- Science and Tech News   2 Homicide experts estimate there are between 2,000 and 4,000 active serial killers in the US.-The Atlantic   3 An at-home “metoo”-branded rape kit that includes a roll of “evidence” tape might not be admissible in court.- Boing Boing   4 David Bowie’s first girlfriend reveals how the superstar would prowl the streets in an old ambulance and pick up infatuated fans for sex sessions- The Sun   5 Last year Ticketmaster announced … Continue reading ANOTHER QUICK POST while we finish mixing our Album: Odds/ Ends/ Shitbombs/ et al

CONTRAST/COMPARE

Let’s talk about the Global Privilege of a Blue-Haired, Self-Obsessed and Trivially-Woke Avatar of the Northern Half of the Western Hemisphere and the Sublime Tragicomedy of “Their” Hobbies & Grievances against the Backdrop of the Labor and Resources Pirated from the Anonymous 4/5ths of Humanity Who Slave & Suffer & Die to Keep “Them” Comfy Maybe as part of a futuristic Rite of Earned Imperial Citizenship  everyone lucky enough to be born under the Pinnacle-of-Creation Umbrella should have to (upon turning 17) explain to a bone-thin child of “The Third World” why He/She/”They” deserves it…? Or maybe a few apocalyptic Natural Disasters … Continue reading CONTRAST/COMPARE

i’m into buried information

  I’ve posted this before. I get the feeling that not many people have read it; I get the feeling that it somehow failed to go viral the first time it was published. Narratives are always being shaped and public opinion is aimed in certain directions to hit certain targets. Now, I wouldn’t be surprised to discover that Woody Allen is a total creep (where any of us late Boomers  ever got the notion that Allen is “progressive” escapes me; he made five or six great films… that is all I know), but the gap between “creep,” and the awful … Continue reading i’m into buried information

DOWNLOADABLE PDF of COLLECTED APHORISMS and OBSERVATIONS of PASTOR PRIME

Here, my Pals, is a Downloadable Pdf  of “COLLECTED APHORISMS and OBSERVATIONS of PASTOR PRIME”.  It is a notebook of accumulated jottings with a philosophical inclination; it’s also the skeleton key, in a way, to all my Fictions, which embody my best effort at telling the Truth. Regarding Philosophy as a formalized practise (and busywork) for Eternal Uni Students: No famous and/or official philosopher knows anything more than any reasonably-intelligent 40-something who’s in the habit of observing…  and reflecting on Her/His observations frankly. Which is why Philosophy, in my opinion, should be a term meaning an activity as idiosyncratically private … Continue reading DOWNLOADABLE PDF of COLLECTED APHORISMS and OBSERVATIONS of PASTOR PRIME

PSYINZ 2DAY

Whereas Science is the Logical Method for extracting reliable rules/ explanations for observed or deduced phenomena, Psyinz is the deliberate repackaging of fresh hot catshit by wrapping fresh hot catshit in Science’s aura of objective truth and social authority. Science is the shy giant behind the gregarious wizard of Engineering and the two are responsible for everything from the Internet to genome mapping to frozen pizzas and indoor plumbing, so it’s the gratitude and sheer awe we feel, consciously or not, for Science/ Engineering’s enormous victories that Psyinz hijacks for the sinister purposes of those who deploy it. Psyinz, for … Continue reading PSYINZ 2DAY

THE AWE(FUL)-INSPIRING TRUTH: A BRIEF EMAIL EXCHANGE WITH A FRIEND

Sunday evening I sent a few pre-master mixes to a wise, worldly, hip and profoundly talented friend; we usually discuss Lit, but I’m looking for more conversations about Music at the moment. I’m almost ready to master the 12-14 tracks we’ve been working on for three years, I’ve lost 10 Kilos (working on another 5), I’ve got some serious and well-known musicians guesting on the project and this is all against the luminous backdrop of the improbable fact that I’ve never felt better in my Life. I feel I could run across a field of quails’ eggs without cracking them… … Continue reading THE AWE(FUL)-INSPIRING TRUTH: A BRIEF EMAIL EXCHANGE WITH A FRIEND

THIS INCREDIBLE SEX COMEDY: EXCERPTS (chapters 28, 29 and 37)

  28THE STORY OF PAUL AND JOEL [1986] PART FIVE   Paul finally managed to cross Hennepin Ave again,  walking this time very slowly, away from the sinister calm of the lakes (and it was disturbingly easy to imagine that all of the chanting drivers and flag-waving passengers in all of the honking cars he crossed in front of as he made his way toward the human side of the street were laughing at him). Everything Gold had gone (or come) to Shit, suddenly. There was a vivid unreality to it all. The poems he would one day get out … Continue reading THIS INCREDIBLE SEX COMEDY: EXCERPTS (chapters 28, 29 and 37)

SUNDAY AFTERNOON READING

“Renoir’s Problem Nudes” “Sex and art figured for him as practically interchangeable rewards for living. An argument is often made that we shouldn’t judge the past by the values of the present, but that’s a hard sell in a case as primordial as Renoir’s.”- Peter Schjeldahl regarding the problem of Renoir   I was all set for a few hours of meandering Sunday afternoon reading (total disclosure: it’s nearly suppertime and I’m still in pajama bottoms,  a micro-vacation after a couple of weeks of 19-hour days) when, unfortunately, the second or third text I chanced upon was a consummately-irritating article in the … Continue reading SUNDAY AFTERNOON READING

THE IMPERIALIST’S QUICK GUIDE TO SOCIAL MEDIA CUSTOMS and TABOOS of the LATE-SUMMER, EARLY FALL PERIOD -2019 AD

PREVIOUSLY FORBIDDEN, STILL UNCOMFORTABLE  heterosexual interracial (B/W) French kiss, deep PREVIOUSLY HEAVILY PROMOTED, NOW CONDITIONALLY UNCOMFORTABLE heterosexual mono-racial (W/W) French kiss, deep FORMERLY UNACCEPTABLE, NOW ACCEPTABLE BUT STRONGLY UNCOMFORTABLE male homosexual mono-racial (B/B) French kiss, deep FORMERLY UNACCEPTABLE, NOW ACCEPTABLE BUT UNCOMFORTABLE male homosexual interracial (B/W) French kiss, deep FORMERLY UNACCEPTABLE, NOW ACCEPTABLE BUT UNCOMMON male homosexual mono-racial (W/W) French kiss, deep FORMERLY UNACCEPTABLE, NOW WEAKLY PROMOTED female homosexual interracial (B/W) French kiss, light FORMERLY UNACCEPTABLE, NOW WEAKLY PROMOTED BUT UNCOMFORTABLE female homosexual mono-racial (B/B) French kiss, deep FORMERLY UNACCEPTABLE, NOW STRONGLY-PROMOTED AND UBIQUITOUS female homosexual mono-racial (W/W)  French kiss, … Continue reading THE IMPERIALIST’S QUICK GUIDE TO SOCIAL MEDIA CUSTOMS and TABOOS of the LATE-SUMMER, EARLY FALL PERIOD -2019 AD

BETWEEN THE LINES TIME: UPDATED

This is how to read the “Jeffrey Epstein was murdered” narrative. “Questions are mounting surrounding accused serial sex trafficker Jeffrey Epstein’s alleged suicide in his New York jail cell over the weekend. Epstein was found dead in his jail cell on Saturday morning at the Metropolitan Correctional Center, or MCC, in Manhattan, where authorities say he hanged himself. The warden at MCC has since been reassigned, and two guards who were tasked with monitoring Epstein were put on leave. Reports emerged Tuesday that the guards may have been asleep during their shift, failing to check on Epstein for hours and then falsifying time … Continue reading BETWEEN THE LINES TIME: UPDATED

PORTRAITS OF THE LEFTY-RIGHT and RIGHTY-RIGHT and WHATEVER’S LEFT

There are actually people out there who think that everything they do or feel is interesting and a little more correct and even, in a way, Saintly. They are convinced of the no-brainerness of their Goodness. They crave attention, they demand validation, they post images of their breakfasts for us to praise. They have unshakable faith in the concept of the given that their Belief Systems/ Political Party/ and Personal Roster of Icons are all tops and most righteous and that anyone who disagrees, for whatever reason(s), is a bed-wetting troll beneath contempt. I, with my nuanced and non-partisan views … Continue reading PORTRAITS OF THE LEFTY-RIGHT and RIGHTY-RIGHT and WHATEVER’S LEFT

THE INFURIATING SMIRK of ESOTERIC FOREKNOWLEDGE

  Info-rich article linked below. We always knew there was a web of sinister affiliations but did we ever suspect how densely woven, and far-reaching, and old,  this web really is? (Guest narrator: Rod Serling)   Our Reality is underpinned 24/7/365 by Toe-Curling Conspiracies, but “conspiracy” is a relative term; to the jaded denizens of that sneaky dimension it’s just called Life at the Top. While we have our little ups and downs in Heavily Mediated Fantasy Land (what’s Lady Gaga wearing to Pamplona this year?), The Fuckers in Charge (a mutually-interpenetrating global cluster of organized crime, intelligence agencies, plutocrats … Continue reading THE INFURIATING SMIRK of ESOTERIC FOREKNOWLEDGE

DATA VS SATURATION SCAREMONGERING BRAINWASH TECH: WHICH IS MOST PERSUASIVE? (AND OTHER RHETORICAL QUESTIONS)

The food is pretty good in this Civilization, and indoor plumbing is great, but I can’t help wondering what it might have been like to be born into a world that isn’t made almost entirely of the sinister, self-serving lies of the people in charge of almost every source of “information”. Some of the lies (like “Jesus” or the various historical “reasons” for War) are so preposterous and old and influential that they clearly set the stage for many of the lies to follow;  the passive receptacles of all this Lying (that’s us, folks) are so attuned to a Lie-Based … Continue reading DATA VS SATURATION SCAREMONGERING BRAINWASH TECH: WHICH IS MOST PERSUASIVE? (AND OTHER RHETORICAL QUESTIONS)

ICKY DRIBLETS: A NANOGAZETTE (FALL EDITION)

    1 Helpful Tip from the Internet “If you have a bat for home defense, put a long sock on the end of it. That way if an invader grabs it and tries to disarm you, they will only get sock when you pull back for another swing.”   2 Oscar Wilde leaves extremely amusing posthumous critique on YouTube video via as-yet-undetermined sorcery “Men who close the fridge door with their hips will love this.”   3  The four levels of the Epstein narrative*: A) “He committed suicide!” Civilian level B) “He was ‘suicided’!”**  Entry Level Parapolitical  C) “He’s enjoying … Continue reading ICKY DRIBLETS: A NANOGAZETTE (FALL EDITION)