I was starting to feel again that I hate this season with its empty materialism, family dysfunction, and roiling currents of political/ecological darkness, until I misread a woman's snowflake-themed hat as "LE TITS NOW" and I understood the true meaning of the winter descent.
Interesting double meaning here: creative inspiration from the Staples crafting section OR calling from our spirit guides / alien mothership to escape this limited and illusory plane of reality?
You don’t have to dig around too deep in most people’s history to find someone who made them feel stupid about poetry.
The Dreamsource of Un-needing, Part 1 https://t.co/WosCcBbFdt
The Wages of the Underworld
In a sense, I was trying to renounce the inheritance of my descent to the underworld. We don’t learn culturally how to value periods of darkness, and part of me had written off all these fragments as simply worthless. https://t.co/gZipuFVrdw
New Substack piece: "The Golem Plays HORSE"
https://t.co/36gFRc0FLs
It's a meditation on the legendary Golem of Prague, fathers and sons, Kafka's Odradek and Larry Bird...
New Substack post! Take a winding journey into the mystical meaning of sunlight shining through leaves via the Song of Songs, David Bowie, and a mutual cosmic peepshow with the Source of Creation.
https://t.co/BEkXs34XzS
Launching my Substack: "New Jokes on the Old Path"
Reflections on poetry, mysticism, and and those mysterious visits to your childhood bedroom in dreams where you meet a raven who agrees neither to take nor give notes (what is that?!).
https://t.co/EMPkoqtQTq
Hi @emlycarroll, this is Alexander, poet from the Cantab days! Hope this finds you staying as sane as possible. I have a Baffler question -- if you like, please DM me!
Walking in nature is like going to a couples therapist.
In the deep quiet, you and your partner share your hopes, fears and hidden insecurities.
Finally, the landscape/therapist pauses, and then says,
“Tweet tweet shshsh mmm zh-zh-zh murmurmurmur [untranscribable].”