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"It is in the watches of the night that impressions are strongest and words are most eloquent; in the day time you are pressed for work"
-"Qur'an: The Mantled One


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We Could Never Sleep

We could never sleep. Not since I can remember.
My Father tells me that my first few years on this planet, I was horrible to live with. I would not sleep. I would cry. Unless he took me driving at 80mph down the desert highways. Then I would fall asleep with the humming engine.
I sleep well on the road-living in busses-riding in cars-the hum of the road. Never-ending River.



My hands don't seem heavy with magic as often as they used to.

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The Rain drops Tip Toe
The music curls around warm currents
I wrap myself in a ca-coon.
No more of this silly game, playing real life
No more of this charade of earthly life
To be all but on the road to Nirvana
Pink + Blue Swirl of prayer wheels
Take this time to watch the snowflakes fall
Take this time to incubate anew
Take this time for wanderings + wonders
These things that make your heart explode

-Found in the Jellyfish Journal

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Why should we let the night die away, when we can simply devour it?

World Naked Bike Ride: Chicago 2008 (Last Night)


Drink the day and spend lazy hours in the sun
Skin warm + worn + weary
The city looks beautiful in twilight
The little ones are cozy in their homes,
saying the same thing and drinking

How wonderfully horrible and repetitious
How banal and routine
You are not yet artists you
The ones who spend the night talking about the works
that they want to make some day.

The Science of Racism

So my thoughts over the last month or so have been highly concentrated on the continuing evolution of humans. Because, as we all must admit, it is ridiculous to believe that (wo)man is any type of apex, any type of stopping point, any type of high point. Most of my ideas are influenced by Pierre Baldi at the moment as well as a myriad of past readings on the subject.

Now I'm not one to believe in synchronicity or any of that, but in the last two days AIDaily (aidaily.com) has published two articles on this general idea. I've listed them both below. One makes the argument for our differences, and in a way, that it is what makes us even more unique and amazingly human. The other one uses it as a basis for racism. It's funny how simple truths (truths?) can be used for both good and ill.



http://www.prospect-magazine.co.uk/article_details.php?id=10187

http://www.theroot.com/id/46680/output/print

Our Eyes take the soul of their shapes....

I have cataloged a lot of old family photos. I have no idea who most of the people are, and will never know. But something about wanting to keep their souls alive calls me....
It's ridiculous to believe that my actions do anything more for these people beyond what it does for myself. But still...


We eat young blood. We eat young blood. We need their blood to keep alive our own.

Starting Something From Nothing...

Thoughts which we may digress about later: Eat the children. Evolution Does not Stop.

But rather we should focus on things that are more immediate- or at least were immediate in the moments that I was writing them. I enjoy this summer weather, it gives me time to meditate on past seasons, the elements serve as reminders + gate keepers.

LAST SUMMER:
I dug hot blue evenings in unfamiliar streets
Drunk on whiskey + eating mangoes from street vendors
I jingle almonds in my pocket
Finding 'urban' and 'metropolis' to take on added meanings
Feeling hollowed out and stripped away
I remember simpler summers and wish for them.
The statues + I held discourse in parks,
while my bags waited in stranger's rooms
When I returned they offered me tea + liquor
We waited at train stations + on street corners
Eating the heart of the night,
letting its juice drip down our chins,
and make our fingers sticky.

This summer:
I wonder what makes a man
Natural grey stone - moving refections on water
My contentment seems faltering
and I close my eyes and remember
how happy I was - Last Summer:

First Run of Spring

I went on my first run on the spring. There were moments when it sucked, there were moments when it was enlightening. I lost track of time, lost track of such sordid substances as immediate or concrete thought. Everything flows. The heart beat, the breath, the lungs, the pump, he sky, the water, your legs. The birds. Sounds of an airplane passing over head. Finding shade in the side of a building and being amazed at soft vision.