There's an old-timey windmill that stands over the road, where it turns off into the woods and curves around past the lands where the cows graze beyond wire fences and small houses sit at the ends of tarry back roads, farm houses and modified sets of two or more trailers conjoined into homes.Read More
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It's eerie, the way infinity seems to curve and twist back on itself in a loop, visible as the passing events of life and history. It's almost mesmerizing to consider your past, your present, your future, and to see it sweep out in front of you like lapping waves or the rising and falling geographies of the earth, moving in patterns. The waters of a lake or the sea, or mountain ranges and canyons, apparently one thing in themselves, visible, physical manifestations, but all moving in accordance to underlying energy patterns in nature. Seismic forces, gravitational forces, things we can't see that shape everything we do see. All this water and dirt and mud moving in tune with a grander arrangement, a kingdom of invisible architectures. And there we all are, fractal arrays of cause-and-effect dancing on a cascading of infinite scales; a sheer, white-noise of teeming disarray in perfect equilibrium with itself and in itself.Read More
His story becomes a living human parable, populated by impossible creatures and events, such as the ones I've described, illustrating a grander psychological reality. And the idea passes down through history, transforming naturally with the passage of each era and in the translation through each unique artistic voice. The Temptation of Saint Anthony has been immortalized for the past six-hundred years by master painters from every generation, stretching all the way from Bosch to his twentieth century descendants in Dalí, Carrington, and Ernst. Even the Renaissance Master Michelangelo's first painting, when he was just 13 years of age, was a rendition of Schongauer's copper engraving of Saint Anthony. And it's influence of course hasn't been isolated to the world of painting, Gustave Flaubert alone spent the years of his life from the ages of 24 to 53, just 4 years short of his death, drafting and redrafting his novel based on the story. He considered The Temptation of Saint Antony his greatest achievement and, quite literally, his life's work.
And it's in these transformations and mutations down through time that I think the real magic lies; the true fulfillment of Saint Anthony's lifelong journey, his walk across the delerious desert landscape which stretches now endlessly, along with his ultimate triumph, through the infinitude of human expression.Read More
Just remember that next time you feel compelled to write something, anything, you're breathing the cumbersome burden of intelligent awareness into something which was never meant to be aware of anything in the first place.What in the hell is a piece of a dead tree supposed to do with an identity? Get a job? Start a retirement fund? Join an active social club that allows it to attend monthly events with other local singles? You'd have to be a complete sadist to wish that upon anything, let alone a blank sheet of paper.Read More
It was on the day when reality became the parody. When the Doomsday Clock inched closer to midnight, like in the post-modern, pop-art frames of Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons's Watchmen, and in a Dickian twist society's values became so defined by entertainment, that the political process finally completed it's inevitable hybridization with reality-TV and the American people elected celebrity, and former reality game-show host, Roald Crump president. Like some sort of loud, horrible orange mutant Reagan, the veneer of civility peeled away and his thoughts on the lower-rungs of society and minority groups made clear.Read More