When people talk about freedom, there seems to be an assumption that one speaks of a Freedom to Work. Man is entitled to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness - it is known that original this was the pursuit of Property, but was changed to something vaguer. When contemporary libertarians and neoliberals speak of … Continue reading Short Thoughts On Work and Freedom
Month: April 2018
Cherub Street- A Poem
Cherub Street They say if you go on a Full lit night down to Cherub street, Past the sundown There is a woman with Rotted pettycoats And arms so thin the Veins are bulging worms, who Carries a bell jar she uses To trap moonlight. They say If you ask her how It tastes she will … Continue reading Cherub Street- A Poem
Fragments – April 2018
"What is there to confess that's worthwhile or useful? What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only to us; if to everyone, then it's no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood. If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess … Continue reading Fragments – April 2018
The Last Death – A Parable
The Last Death After Franz Kafka "But death, insofar as it belongs to me and belongs to me alone, since no one can die my death in my stead or in my place, makes of this non-possibility, this impending future of mine, this relation to myself always open until my end, yet another power." - … Continue reading The Last Death – A Parable
3 Drinking Poems
3 Drinking Poems i Shattering the surface of - what? What is here? A cup of tea, a shivering hand This is no disturbance Merely the continuation of what is, what things are Raised to the lips it slips from the Thick, calloused thumbs He can feel the rubbing The pull away from every ridge … Continue reading 3 Drinking Poems
Manifestophilis: Ritual, Medium, Turnings
Patrick Higgins: Moving to the topic of ritual and summoning, I’m curious what you have to say about such a topic from the perspective of the one summoned, rather than from the view of the summoner. Mephistopheles: Naturally, mine is an underrepresented voice. This is really an overlooked topic in general. Consider that “Summon” comes from the … Continue reading Manifestophilis: Ritual, Medium, Turnings
On the Subject of Yellow Paint
There's a story about how Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint. Yellow was his favorite color, and he thought it would make him happy "on the inside." I think about that story a lot when I'm depressed, and I appreciate the story but not the way it's usually told. It's always treated like such … Continue reading On the Subject of Yellow Paint
Merchant of Joy – A Poem
Merchant of Joy Hollow by the river just some miles from Riggins Lee and I work to the bone to make sure everyone is happy parading in dishwasher’s gloves and big glassy bug-head masks barefoot through the tall grass and brambles never minding the cuts we play mandolin music on the radio while we make our way naked … Continue reading Merchant of Joy – A Poem
The Smoke Over Turisall – A Story
The Smoke Over Turisall The old man laid on a bed of furs. Minks, bears, otters, and squirrels were all stitched together into a massive wrap, cocooning his frail body like a sickly butterfly. He clenched a long, ancient pipe between his teeth. It would have been worth something once, finely crafted with minute engravings … Continue reading The Smoke Over Turisall – A Story
Pen and Screen 