An Ode to Books

Dearest People, Books are brains, inside-out. Books are impossible, archaic, odd, and easy to dismiss - but only if unread. When read, books show us everything that is Other. Our personal concepts of these things are unravelled, reveled in, and transformed in the journey of reading - a private paroxysm of epiphanic communication. Life previously…Read more An Ode to Books

Pores

The world gets into our pores and writes on us lines with the clay of earth, warmth of sun bite of wind caress ; sorrow & joy clog our faces with our insides, the experience of our lived Grind:connected. Existentially, we are slow-born sculptures that tell of a daring hand a fiery eye, laced with…Read more Pores

On Flannery O’Connor’s ‘The Nature and Aim of Fiction’

This is a plain, free-write response to reading Flannery O'Connor's 'The Nature and Aim of Fiction'. It was written in my journal on the 4th of January of 2006, and I do not claim it to be superior writing, but rather personal. Please follow the link if you would like to read O'Connor's piece for…Read more On Flannery O’Connor’s ‘The Nature and Aim of Fiction’