out of Context;
‘breaking some obscure boundary, the horizon line at once seen in the distance by the naked eye while the artist inside tries to achieve a new view of these complex designs as they move through the nude reality unanchored by life, but scavenging tricks of the tragic age massive with movement as the agonistic bodies disenfranchised with this subdue of the hemorrhagic imagination calling into response ability the blood and the gore in understanding what magic it is we are creating…’
“Male and female represent the two sides of the great radical dualism. But in fact they are perpetually passing into one another. Fluid hardens to solid, solid rushes to fluid. There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman.”
~ Margaret Fuller; american journalist, critic, women’s rights activist and translator.
~David Foster Wallace on fiction, art and the meaning of being human.
‘time-honored afflictions with duty their despoil and despotic authority’
out of Context;
‘lost in the heat… a whole bitter affair made from a compromise burned and blackened as the slackening of skin is wrinkling from the faded gears grinding the burnt out down into oblivion sure as the day is long, an oblong dawning to approach mourned as work alarms us into motion again with the sun righteous rising too fast to abort its’ quaking path we stand in front of and beg to differ altering dimensional fissures like poetry as the mind’s eye reaches out to observe…’
~Abbie Hoffman on reaching people.
~Jean-Paul Sartre on the modern cruelty of fascism.
out of Context;
‘lost to all these other forces at work as their truths come first amongst this more studious tedium steady as some stronger than average bonds are created between those various selves inside people… the shaman of shame have spread their servicing disease far and wide with the fellow peddlers of a mystery too trivial and specific to be mistaken for wisdom bought and sold to whoever is randomly willing to fall for the tricks and the gimmicks, anchored to the decisions we make by the drugs we take as the fools we become stay kids all along in our lives trying by force to control this ideal “growing-up” hole we are buried into…’
out of Context;
‘the people pining for a truth that makes sense amidst all those wholly bankrupt and deteriorated taking their cues from the wasted who feel no one else worthy enough to have faith unless invested in material gain, a Midas and Judas myth made one and the same by the blurring lines affixed by the expert opinions of an idiot misogynistic patriarchy shooting us into oblivion if we stick to their traditions of hate that cast the women aside… this sickness from within as the insects of psychology infect us with doubt…’
out of Context;
‘left to our own devices to understand the old universe in its’ immensity as it utterly shifts with internal change ever-constantly to shape us and the progress of life and consciousness on more than just our world, and i see the name i was born into with the parental clones manipulating sets of genes they’ve both worn out their welcome to control as juvenile rebellion pushes me to show them just how much i am not like their flawed beliefs or perceptions by taking a new name and making those decisions that reveal a grown child still buried under whatever expectations adulthood has made sane to us…’