“There is one story left, one road: that it is. And on this road there are very many signs that, being, is uncreated and imperishable, whole, unique, unwavering, and complete.” Parmenides, Fragment B 8.1-4 1. There is One. 2. The One is Unique – itself-in-itself and irreplaceable with any other. 3. The One is all,… Continue reading

Zzzzz-t, zzzzz-t, zzzzz-t Mosquito Spirit is moisture. Condense and evaporate, flux-pond motioning in formless apeiron. Swampy matter sparses and denses into life, human-soul animal-ghost. Drink from this bread and eat from this wine, mosquito seraphim bzzing holy holy holy; fire-alight in alligator-tongue-melody, reptile-psalms in excelsis deo. Time dollops space like the hills and hollers of… Continue reading

“Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.” Mary Shelley, Frankenstein Being or becoming animal; having-been, to-be, growling out feral subjectivity. I am an organism, walking-grasping, shaking boots into lizard echoes of desert ferocity. Awoo! Howl down the hallows, human glares menacing from the lightpost… Continue reading

“There is no small pleasure in sweet water.” Ovid, Letters from the Black Sea I went to the ocean recently. Ocean currents are an emergent phenomenon. From the interaction of wind, heat, salt, and a complex system of internal flows and breaks, the whole of the sea moves and rocks – back-and-forth, back-and-forth. This movement… Continue reading

“There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it, remember . . . You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort… Continue reading