for René Leynaud A man doe snot show his greatness by being at one extremity, but rather by touching both at once. -Pascal from the Preface: But I cannot let these pages be reprinted without saying what they are. They were written and published clandestinely during the Occupation. They had a purpose, which was to … Continue reading Letters to a German Friend (Albert Camus, 1943-44)
We are the petulantchildren of ultimatelyflawed fathers. We areCaleb and Aaron blindedby faith and love turneddespair. We findreconciliation throughmurder. We aretold our mothers are whoresand our children slaves, and we believe. We believe so hard we forget to question. We believe so painfully we forget that it looks more like fear. We believe so desperately … Continue reading We are Americans
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor … Continue reading New Colossus (Emma Lazarus, 1883)
No. We are not destroying the masculine. We are destroying the toxic shit-hole masculinity has become. Yes, we do need to rediscover, reclaim (and detox) masculinity. But you aren’t it. You are feeding into the lie. You’re entire rant is a verbose variant of “boys will be boys”, the root of rape culture, the incel … Continue reading Yes, the American Male Is a Dying Breed, but Not in the Way You Think.
– by Hermann Hesse January 1918 AT LAST the Lord God relented and sent the great flood, so putting an end to the era in the history of the earth that had culminated in the bloody World War. Compassionately the waters washed away what had desecrated the aging planet, the blood-drenched snow fields and the mountains … Continue reading The European
For Preventing The Children of Poor People in Ireland From Being Aburden to Their Parents or Country, and For Making Them Beneficial to The Public -By Jonathan Swift It is a melancholy object to those who walk through this great town or travel in the country, when they see the streets, the roads, and cabin … Continue reading A Modest Proposal
In 1994, I scrambled down the rocky hillside alongside the North Avenue bridge that crossed the Milwaukee River. Continue reading Magic and Water-ways of Milwaukee
Originally Published in “Our Dearly Departed Internet”, a chapbook by Vegetarian Alcoholic Press, December 2017
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a play-poem in one act
Scene: A Prairie, open and sprawling. A run-down house on a patch of sun-cracked dirt, porch sagging, the screen door hanging by a single hinge. A young boy hanging laundry on a clothes line. A wolfhound old, wild, mangy.
Not far off, a fire raging across the plain, the dry grass fueling. […] Continue reading Dust
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