the song on the stream this morning is by Sounds From The Ground, and called “Planted”. someone sent me an e-card. the theme was dandelion. the first email i opened this morning was from a friend talking about (of all things) gardening. past the point of needing to explain, i just shake my head and sigh. time for work.
Carrie Arlos – Cipherpunk Journals
made an odd discovery today. i have discovered how to see the future. i was standing outside my office and looking off into the horizon, not really thinking about much of anything. had a bit of the old mahamudra going on when, suddenly, it looked like the entire world fractured. i suppose if i were standing in my own reality, i would have lost my mind. as it happened, i was standing two steps outside it. so the backlash landed on the gravel and kicked up a spray, dug a hole about oh… an inch deep, then flared out with […]
96% Gibbon
i am tired. the moon waxes as i wane and, in typical fashion, every karmic hailstone that is scheduled decides to fall in this moment. annoying, the regularity of it all.
Lost Pages, Letters of Fools – 01
this, the first in a series entitled ‘letters of fools’, in which literary and folk lore myths and legends are cast with clay feet and explored from the perspective of their unique curses or blessings. it may well be that some are identified early on while others are named only at the ending. half the enjoyment is trying to write them in such fashion as you really cannot be sure until you are sure. heh. enjoy. p.s.: some may or may not find themselves recorded, as urge, time, and technology permit.
guru devotion and request
H.E. Garchen Rinpoche has asked that those with interest in benefitting all sentient beings work with him from May 26th to May 28th. Please read on for mantra and participation details.
Diary of a Mistress, Day 4,689
it isn’t as if i am ignorant of reality. not as if i do not know how ‘this’ goes. first, there is the establishment of ‘the problem’ — the reason why it’s hopeless, utterly, and even though the legal leash is still there, it’s ok. we can pretend it isn’t. yeah. right. momma always said i was cynical, but seems to me the leash is a comfort whenever i see a teacup yorkie straining from across the street after a german shepard lounging, tongue lolling out with laughter, content to let the yappy have his moment for knowing full well […]
concept: book/album cover
having received a request to consider a spoken word album and perhaps a chapbook, the following digital play to create a concept for covers. feels like vanity… but perhaps it isn’t. regardless, i enjoyed making this.
Lost Pages, the Diary of Hera
there’s a reason no one ever talks about how we met. so gauche to speak of the trysting of gods. some suitable telling of cyclic means, conveniently amnesiac for the before of the before of the before. it started when we said it did, of course. would you raise the ire of a god to question it? i thought not. so.