You So Stupid

Beer Thirty

Homebrew. Last night I was the mad scientist. Had you walked by our house at 2 a.m., you would've heard the sound of a a large fan in the kitchen and, underneath that, a high, rolling boil and the documentary on Jung, Matter of Heart on full watts. More overpowering, though, would've been the beery smell of boiling wort. It's a time consuming process. Labor intensive. The house got so hot from the stove that I had every window and door propped open to catch a lazy breeze. Jung had visions of the apocalypse before he died - a fact I'd rather not acknowledge at all, but must.

Breann

More graffiti from the bathroom at a local public park.

Pidgin

I have a thing for pidgin. Creole. How tongues can blend. I have a thing for how cultures merge - which means conquer, submission, linguistic feats of assimilation and survival. I have a thing for slang. I have a thing for how dissent springs up in reaction to orthodoxy, and how the orthodoxy responds. The world is a complicated place. Words are a complicated place, too. I have a thing for graffiti, for the subjective voice, for "folk" customs. I'm into the creative force, lineage. Action, reaction, improvisation. Dialogue. I have a thing for ghost stories, fairy tales, and free jazz. The beat. Somewhere in the aching woods nearby there's a ring of stones just waiting for a spark and some souls to complete it. Sun is setting. I will meet you there. Bring your fire, cousin. I'll bring mine.

Humanity

I watched The Road last night as a reward for navigating the interpersonal and intrapsychic intricacies of my first day back on the job as a psychotherapist. Yes, I'm back in the saddle. And so what's The Road about? It's about the complete dissolution of social order, humanity, and the substrate of life on planet Earth. It's also a heart-rending metaphor for fatherhood: "He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke."

Oracles: Part III

My man Pat just dropped off some Beckett...word. Anyway, sometimes I grab a pen & just draw straight from where the unconscious meets the conscious mind...powerful energy at that nexus...and what unfolds on the page are these almost entheogenic oracles, each bearing its own message.

Oracles: Part II

She says, "If you're a parent,it's really important to know how to relax and soothe yourself. At the very least, it's important to be able to notice when you're stressed out. Otherwise, if you don't acknowledge it, your child - who learns how to live and be by observing you - will confuse an unnamed, free-floating anxiety with normalcy. Can you imagine growing up with this kind of confusion? It would only add to the garmonbozia of life...and some people spend their whole lives trapped under an unnameable, weird freight..."

"If you don't have children, it's still important to be able to watch your mind, be aware of its vicissitudes, and self-soothe. The children of the world are watching you, too, after all. And so are other adults. We're all learning from one another at all times! Pain and suffering can never be eliminated. By failing to talk about it, by failing to conjure up an artful response, we go deeper into the territories of horror. On my bad days, the horrors of the world outnumber the chances for happiness. My good days are like a walk in the park - they give me the hope I need. Because of that hope, I can quite often whistle while I work."