violence—love

fierce attachments, begging for tyranny, hoping for a ruler or a king; who decides what I ought to do? Magnified freedom burns my outposts; I am here and kicking, a mature child

started this yesterday now it’s something else and is not the real thing worth reading yet it is the real thing; oh the painful dutiful work of figuring out where to direct others’ eyes when they’re looking—hence art spaces, auditoriums, galleries, museums (8/23/22) another man in capitalism looking for a job, or to relieve stress, relieve fear of will-not-be-getting enough; FEAR OF THE FUTURE! This is why domestic violence exists; yes, I will explain the wounds, while real artists and musicians cure them; mystics and poets heal our psychic wounds, turn pain and anger into fuel, vision, excitement, pride, purpose; our being neglected was so violent (who to blame? Parents? The school? Laziness? Absent fathers? Lack of…talk? Lack of therapy? Was “their” ignorance justified? What happens when it’s clear there is no “they”, there’s only you and this day? Is that a crowd? It does crowd your mind (crown your head

more false starts

i could just keep putting up raw material, opening up the heart and mind; i don’t make many mistakes anymore; i’m fast; i’m i’m i’m the art monster capable of saving himself, a modern hero interpreting the greats (on a remembering and acclimation spree; letting loose, letting words accrete, accepting my embarrassment

whose sanity? Everybody’s version is intense and different. Ah! Wallow! In this world of no authority, rudderless ambition yearning for wholeness and closure, a conniption of unbrave complaint ~ now search, surf, be a cork tossed on the internet sea looking for healthy cliff to hook your claws and crampons into, cling to some stable ground until you give up the ghost and trust floating, falling, no walls, all windows, all tubular and threatless: air

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filling the blinking cursor with whatever comes up, letting the leviathan lead me to glory, singing popular music covers on video on Smule too, speaker, rambler

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Geoffrey Lewis

filling the blinking cursor with whatever comes up, letting the leviathan lead me to glory, singing popular music covers on video on Smule too, speaker, rambler