no more speculation
I AM MORE AND MORE CONVINCED THAT EXPERIENCES AND WORLDVIEWS BASED IN MATERIALITY, WHAT WE TREAT AS THE OBJECTIVE CONDITIONS OF PERCEPTION, ARE OUTMODED PARADIGMS THAT NO LONGER NEED TO LIMIT OUR UNDERSTANDING OF THE HUMAN CONDITION. AS SUCH, I AM SEEKING COMPANIONS WHO ARE WILLING TO COLLABORATE IN A LONG-TERM PROJECT THAT WILL EXPLORE […]
New Year, 2001
From a letter to a friend living in New York City, written on New Year’s Day, 2001. It’s New Year’s Day. Happy New Year, pal. Last night I sat down at my desk with the Bible and read Revelation. I think the Babylon John talks about is New York. The false idols, spices, fine linens, […]
STATUS ANXIETY
I brood too much. I don’t think enough. I am not a poet. I am not a historian. I am too wordy. I do not choose the right words. I am an indentured servant. I am unemployed. I am in the desert. I am out of mind. I am too political. I am not employable. […]
mothers day, 1914
[a belated note] to the president from the generation labeled “X” Dear Mr. Pres.: Thanks for the proclamation On the eve of a great war An invitation to display flags A memorial to grieving women A bitter hardship to commend invented with Skulls Bashing, the machine war. I am generations away Not inconceivably far yet […]
Generation Uncertain
i can try to see what gives you life, Art but i know that i don’t understand the unsaid the most powerful thing in the world the hurt of hint, takes a little
play-play
Father Mapple Moab Adzu III presents the intake nurse A Short Play, in segments Setting: Sometime in the distant future or past. Characters: I and Ø. In the vicinity of present-day earth. [1] I: I got the feeling that it wasn’t going to happen. Ø: Let it go. I: No, because you were saying that […]
Sunday, part 1
I walk through these rooms in a house that is not quite a mansion there is leftover meat in the fridge there is golf on TV I slide on the calloused soles of my feet Something about memory I think I am losing my memory. When I was a kid, they said things like go […]
Education Revisited, Again
From a talk given by Terence Mckenna. “We are flesh which has been caught in the grip of some kind of an attractor that lies ahead of us in time, and that is sculpting us to its ends; speaking to us through psychedelics, through visions, through culture, and technology, consciousness. The language forming capacity in […]
Baby Boomers
From a recent paper on technology and post-World War II youth. The concern of young people with twentieth-century technology, particularly its use in the conduct of war as well as the civilian applications of such technology, deserve renewed attention. The specter of what Jacques Ellul in the early sixties called “biocracy”—the complete assimilation of people […]
Religious as Social
From an insight conveyed by a friend upon reading Martin Buber’s I and Thou. He is religious who is aware of the I and Thou and knows that he must stand in the I-It world (and the shutdown of the interpersonal) with the truth in his hand. Simply by being a person in impersonal situations, […]
Reflection on Fascism: An Exercise in Empathy
The lot of us, even the smart ones, are mostly echo-birds, seeing what we want to see in the environment, dismissing that which does not register; commenting obliquely in public and derisively in private, once we’ve found our clan, our sense of grouping, on the oddities and variances in others, those things which make them […]
Alive and Eventful
Michael D. Jackson (born 1940) is a post-modern New Zealand anthropologist who is currently a professor of world religions at Harvard Divinity School. Jackson is the founder of existential/phenomenological anthropology, a sub-field of anthropology using ethnographical fieldwork as well as existential theories of being in order to explore modes of being and interpersonal relationships as […]
swimmer
Awash in thought-tentacles held tight to its mouth its beak is sharp, I think I swim in soup bright ideas and lime green algae that makes the air breathable. Super-thought. Superman. Digging so high craters go missing in the night the sky is awash in roman art. I look and see that he took himself […]
