Capital

you reach out a hand to pull sky down the stars, yes the heavens themselves are but bread to you, so break it, break it all upon the ground, shake this broken universe until it begs for release from the ungodly bass of your voice; your ego polishes its own brass to trumpet a truth…Read more Capital

Marx & Foucault Meditation

I was going to write a piece I could be proud of this week. Something perhaps with a twinge of the intellectual child hiding out in my supremely poetic(transliteration: sappy)soul... I was going to write something that intersected with the reality found in thinking, rational minds, something that touched on the points of the incredible…Read more Marx & Foucault Meditation

theMechanics.Of:ceratlone —

(Or Tolerance, in the common tongue) No one can be commended any longer for instilling values in others – least of all the young and impressionable. We used to think it was right to guide others or to advise them in times of confusion or growth, but we now realize that this was intolerant. No…Read more theMechanics.Of:ceratlone —

Energy

my favorite time of year is Autumn -- not for the leaves {undulating flames} but for the Air: electric, crackling with the negative charge of storms to come until my lazy lungs open and my body hums. I love it for the incomparable clarity of breath ~ [empty], and the tingle in my skin that…Read more Energy

Earth

a dusky-green hilltop at midnight, on my back in prickly grass, gasping for air, and wiping the sparkling sea out of my eyes i feel the evergreens sparsely gathered here by human hands are buffeted by the same inexplicable winds of indecipherable whisperings, the grass shivers in silvery expectation. there is a single star in…Read more Earth