CHAOS THEORY MUST OFcourse flow impurely. “Lazy yokel plowsa crooked furrow.” Any attempt to precipitatea crystal of ideology would result in flawed rigidness,fossilizations, armorings & drynesses, whichwe would like to renounce,along with all “purity.” Yes, Chaos revels in a certain abandoned formlessnessnot unlike the erotic messiness of those we lovefor their shattering of habit&…
Food, cooked or raw, cannot escape from symbolism. It is, & also simultaneously represents that which it is. All food is soul food. But in the airless vault of our civilization, …nearly every experience is mediated, reality strained through the deadening mesh of consensus-perception, we lose touch with food as nourishment; we begin to…
Oh, you nostalgic liars,you avaricious ones! You, without innocence in your desire:and how you discredit desiring on that account! Truly, not as creators, as birth-parents,or as revelers do you love the earth! WHERE IS INNOCENCE?Where there is will to childbearing. And he whoseeks to create beyond himself, has for me the purest will. WHERE…
And you tell me, friends, that there ought be no controversy about taste and tasting? But all life is a matter of dispute about taste and tasting! Taste: that is to weigh at the same time, and scales and a one-who-weighs; and all the worse for every living thing that would attempt…
Listen carefully now, you enlightened ones! Weigh seriously, whether I have discerned the heart of life itself, the very roots of its heart! Wherever I found a living thing, there found I Will-to-Power; and even in the will of the servant I found the will to be master. The weaker is to serve the…
How did I ever bear it?How did I survive and overcome such wounds?How did my soul rise again out of those killing fields? Yes, something invulnerable, unburiable is within me,something that would shatter rocks into pieces:it is called my Will. Silently does it proceed,unchanged throughout the years.Its course proceeds upon my feet,my old Will;…
TIS night: now all the gushing fountains speak louder. And my soul also is a gushing fountain. ‘Tis night: now only all songs of the loving ones do awake. And my soul also is the song of a loving one. Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me; it longs to find expression…. Light am I:…
It is Sunday. I considered launching an anti-Christianity rant this morning. On second thought, these lines are more important, and widely universal than any critique of Christian fundamentalism. I am a recovering Jesus Fundamentalist. (Everyone starts somewhere. No child has a choice about that or anything else) I am not unlike an alcoholic, who…
And the blindness of the blind one,and his seeking and groping,still testifies to the power of the suninto which he has gazed,– did you know that before? And with mountains shall the discerning one learn to build!It is a small thing for the spiritto remove mountains,– did you know that before? You know only…
We have no interest in going “back to the land” if the deal includes the boring life of a shit-kicking peasant –nor do we want “tribalism” if it comes with taboos, fetishes & malnutrition. We have no quarrel with the concept of culture –including technology; for us the problem begins with civilization. What we…
