Bulgarian Dirty Bombs
Shane Smith and Eddy Moretti shop for dirty bombs in the Bulgarian black market. After you see the relative ease with which they were able to meet a real, in the flesh, black market arms dealer, you’ll be stocking up on gas masks and radiation sickness pills. We know we are. See the rest at … Continue reading
Alexander- Truth
The truth is that I never shook my shadow Every day it’s trying to trick me into doing battle Calling out “faker” only get me rattled Want to pull me back behind the fence with the [cattle] Building your [lenses] Digging your trenches Put me on the front line Leave me with a dumb mind … Continue reading
War of Art
As artists and professionals it is our obligation to enact our own internal revolution, a private insurrection inside our own skulls. In this uprising we free ourselves from the tyranny of consumer culture. We overthrow the programming of advertising, movies, video games, magazines, TV, and MTV by which we have been hypnotized from the cradle. … Continue reading
Wounded Healer
To go through our wound is to embrace, assent, and say “yes” to the mysteriously painful new place in ourselves where the wound is leading us. Going through our wound, we can allow ourselves to be re-created by the wound. One of the deeper, underlying archetypal patterns which is being constellated in the human … Continue reading
Awakening
For a while, your life on earth went smoothly; you were happy. Then you were affected by a major crisis, a personal upheaval, and life no longer seemed to certain. You began to feel restless and uneasy. The circumstances of your life felt frustrating, and you yearned for freedom. Stirred by nostalgia for something you … Continue reading
Letters to a Young Poet as an Artist
Borgeby gard, Fladie, Sweden August 12, 1904 I want to talk to you again for a little while, dear Mr. Kappus, although there is almost nothing I can say that will help you, and I can hardly find one useful word. You have had many sadnesses, large ones, which passed. And you say that even … Continue reading
a rip in time
I was walking far from home….. wondering where it all begins where it all ends and makes it all whole again through the darkness it prevails steeped in the abyss, cut off from reach constrained in time screaming out silence burning to be where it all began where I chained my soul left from home … Continue reading
Einstein’s Dream
For it is only habit and memory that dulls the physical passion. Without memory, each night is the first night, each morning is the first morning, each kiss and touch are the first. A world without memory is a world of the present. The past exists only in books, in documents. In order to know … Continue reading
Velveteen Rabbit
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?” “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to … Continue reading
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