It's lonely, a technician in psychospace a cursed world, an immortal cancerscape residual runoff of human desire, the interface with incessant demons and no hope of escape. The lumpen digitariat, creating the villages necessary for the village idiots, Radio Rental. Sympathy for the monks, drunks and cabbages, they say, "Authoritarian deliberation is coinky-dental."The Mean World … Continue reading Dystopian Fever Dream
Category: poetry
Love: Verb or Noun?
"Only where love and need are one,And the work is play for mortal stakes,Is the deed ever really doneFor Heaven and the future's sakes."-Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time "Love is a verb," a cliché truth overused, still rings true - a burglar alarm announcing thieves in a grocery store after the riot. A … Continue reading Love: Verb or Noun?
