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Empire of the Damned

America Me - We dug the canal - We sailed the moon - We liberated a continent - Who are we now? The Statue of Liberty is weeping.

Yes, we wander and we work, in your crops and in your fruit, like the whirlwinds on the desert, That’s the dust bowl refugees.

A young man in Mexico, poor enough to live in a hut with a dirt floor, fiercely religious, speaks no English, crawls across an imaginary line in the Desert in the dead of night to OZ .

He labors bent over in a strawberry field picking my food for sub-standard wages, no…

“Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door” – Bob Dylan

For Lisa; whose ancient shaman soul urges me to BE LOVE and thus moves me farther on.

The latest revelation in science, which until now believed that all things had matter, is the proof that consciousness came before matter; before the big bang. Quantum physicists working in the new darling of the human potential movement, quantum mechanics,…

“You are all a lost generation” – Gertrude Stein in conversation and epigraph to Ernest Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises

I wipe at the hot showers fog of soapy mist on the mirror of the medicine cabinet in the steamed bathroom that’s made my reflection almost invisible. It’s the same each morning; after having cleared that miasma vapor away it reveals my ripening. My skins as white as a cuttlefish…

Hatred Trumps Hope By Tom Shachtman

The American Prophet Who Predicted Trump

The uncanny insights (and incredible life) of the American longshoreman and political prophet. By Tom Shachtman

Whether or not Donald Trump knows it, he’s running his presidential campaign out of Eric Hoffer’s playbook. That would be The True Believer, published 65 years ago this spring, a book about mass movements. Hoffer’s big insight was that the…

“Time heals all wounds” – Rose Kennedy – Mother of J.F.K. & Bobby Kennedy

The last page of the wall calendar is torn from its moorings. It flutters in a time flies perennial death spiral to lie prostrate in a final wasted repose. We’ll recycle it along with the imaginary meaning we give time, that made up quantifier that satisfies our incessant need for epistemological certitude. Now too I think…

Maybe I was 5 years early.

Wonderland

“The other night I had a dream; it was not the first. I dreamed of an alternative universe” – The Pencilnecks I ambled down the driveway at dawn; dew drops balanced like diamonds on the tips of God’s velvety emerald-green hair and spread across the gently sloping lawn. The scrub maple seed pods put out their dark red dollhouse chandeliers and the forsythia along the way, Chartreuse and…

Crossing the Rubicon

Whatever moral ascendancy

the Presidency once held was lost today.

The 2/3 of white men

and 54% of white women

who voted this charlatan in;

must now allow reason to overrule passion

and admit that this is cancer –

and vow to neither cringe or retreat

until we the people excise its poison.