The Tarpits Care Fairness Liberty Loyalty Authority Sanctity Ronald C. White narrated the final of the five audiobooks I indulged in last week, his delightful Lincoln in Private. It completed tidily, in a consciously unintended but universally directed manner (so it goes), the week’s series in a way that felt rather unexpected. A Raisin in …
I recently asked an individual I deem one of my close spiritual advisors if they would officiate my wedding. Shocked, they replied “Oh, no. No, no, I’m not ordained. I know someone who’s really good that I could send your way, how would that work instead?” and I knew I’d have a task on my …
I think I’m falling for Candace Owens. — No. No, not in love, not romantically, that’s wholly the realm of Shoshauna alone, Shoshauna alone with her Sam. — Yet I am certainly being intellectually seduced. This might surprise some, will not surprise others, but she’s a lightning rod of modern political thought …
I struggle these days to even finish a page. I am lazy, either unwilling or unable to work for the sake of my own creation and the extrication — or attempt — of these daydreams out my head, but I debate with increasing conflict the very nature of our craft, writing. What witchcraft do we …
We find ourselves once again writing cover letters, once again imagining our life as perceived by the would-be master of some next wind of fate, once again feeling acutely where others might perceive I fall short. Once again reshaping and tweaking the image of how I sell myself off without losing their unknown attention. It’s …
12 – 2 – 20 It’s funny how these words will/can potentially live on longer than the thoughts of their thinker creator, when often what gets written is far from profound or the thinkings that feel so to me. In the car and the shower I slip close to divine in the loose formings and …
I want to go back and delete everything I’ve ever written. Let’s just pretend that I’m just starting here, and that the work of the past never existed, let’s just pretend that you know me as I know myself now. Don’t think of me like the person I was then. Particularly in regards to politics. …
I feel myself struggle with the writing. Like an other is inside of me, a ghostly shell around my heart, a collar around the neck of my dog against which I press and feel the tension of…of…of something there. Something. That something dressed up as discipline, ego, control, a psychodrama of reality brushing up against …
5/14 continued “When seeking the truth, better get the whole thing. Like a good fuck, it’s worse to get half than none at all” – The great task will not change when our intelligence finally transcends our organic bodies, we will still be tasked with conquering space. We will merely have found a more suitable …
5-7 Now I cannot stop thinking about the act of ego in writing, creating, communicating in any form in general. An explosion of the self taken out and realized, how easily does this fire get turned and used to ends of manipulation, when considering the reader it becomes manipulative by nature. Is it art …