"My sad heart drools at the poop, " Le cœur supplicié. Arthur Rimbaud.

"Once Orlov over ate on mashed peas and died. And Krylov, having found out ( Read more... )

Sometime around Christmas Eve, wandering over  the cliffs of Brittany and its emerald waters in the Christmas cold, I happened upon a large bottle of alcoholic Cider.  Early in the rainy morning after a few hours of kicking my feet against the grasses and sands - I drank it to the last drop.  And for the past seven or so days my lips haven't left ( Read more... )

Yes, yes, yes. Heidegger's revision of metaphysics points toward the cogito-reversal and mystical re-view of personhood that has rooted Western philosophy, for the time-being, back into experience and place. For Heidegger, straight-up, "the friend caught sight of across the road is in fact closer than the street upon which one walks, [and] the ( Read more... )

Last night, the local known to me only as Lu Lu, and his associates, descendents of the island-nation Guadeloupe, poured exotic rums and cocoa down my throat. While wringing hands and making slight faces to confuse the ridiculously wealthy Parisian restaurateur, talking with the same languorous and extravagant sentences I now communicate to you, I ( Read more... )

"Not to be able to read! To write only very infrequently! To see no one! Not to hear any music!" Nietzsche, 1880

Nietzsche argues that, historically, the three most detrimental strains on the health of European races are the [a] ascetic ideal, [b] Germans, and [c] syphilis (Kaufmann GOM, Third Essay: Section 21).

He who has ears to hear, let him hear

The Sadducees are at it again. They walk around the crowd in their heavy, black terry-cloth robes prophesying on vice, sex, and the not-so-messiah Messiah. Jesus crouches in the street, fingering the dirt.

Someone in the crowd murmurs it’s a throw down and the voice spreads, spinning into a roar. Jesus ( Read more... )

There is no more autumn here ( Read more... )

this body is a warm home
to domination