For far too long, the gay marriage debates have only undermined gay people's own goals for liberation and diversity. The most prominent and vocal gay rights activists are middle- to upper-class white men, and they have prioritized their own marriage issues to the neglect of various other relationship-based inequalities that need to be addressed in ( Read more... )

Well, not literally...but I just read an article from some professor at the Integral Institute in California, Richard Tarnas, that pointed out how the Western world-view and intellectual history from Ancient Greek times to contemporary times closely mirrors that of an LSD trip (which in turn mirrors that of the human process of birth) that has yet ( Read more... )

I am growing more and more tenuous as this winter drags on. My self-confidence and sense of overall certainty are quickly receding from my mind like the fading image of a dream upon awakening. For the most part now, I become extremely insecure and nervous in the midst of conversation with others and even at the very prospect of socialization. I ( Read more... )

The Waves

I looked to the left
A cleft horizon barricaded the sky from the sea
Beyond all limits of human perception
When the ecumenical cascaded toward the shore
It was a wave flushing on wave wave wave
A symbol in there ignited and struck
The wave stood in time, I
tumbled.

Some Bewildering Moment Some bewildering moment must there be ( Read more... )

I am in the July nightlawn, pondering the moon as it ponders me and deserts and deaths of many others. It crawls back every night, shines on Mary and George fucking and shrieking, a sublime ocean that our minds say is finite but our eyes say infinite, Mr. Richardson's wail as he trips on his frail feet, sight fixed on the baseboard, stomach ( Read more... )

I. The faces parade around the city like a word subvocalized so many times meaning starts to flee. I repeat the faces on Broadway and there thousands of faces walk toward and away from me and this will never end. A human is not made to see thousands of strange faces every day. I pass them by knowing that each time I walk past there is another ( Read more... )

I don't know how to contain this: this repetition and apathy are like some roses in the corpse of my mind brightly lingering there, blooming. I have spent eight hours staring out the window. I have given your change I have answered your inquiries I have nothing else left. My mind seeks placid lakes oh I looked out my window and saw the veins of ( Read more... )

Oh, grassy glades! oh, ever vernal endless landscapes in the soul; in ye, - though long parched by the dead drought of the earthy life, - in ye, men yet may roll, like young horses in new morning clover; and for some few fleeting moments, feel the cool dew of the life immortal on them. Would to God these blessed calms would last. But the mingled, ( Read more... )

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The world as a sphere of thought. So many thoughts thrown out, rushing out like a scream, needing to find their place in the minds of others. Conversations meddling and enlightening as a chorus. I like to sit down in Parisian cafés in the late 60s and hear of what lovers whisper ear-to-mouth and amplify that into art. That's really what this all is ( Read more... )