…Into the dialectic

“But how shall we bury you?” “Any way you like,” said Socrates, “that is if you can catch me and I don’t slip through your fingers.” –PHAEDO, The Last Days of Socrates

Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise. All the rain of heaven may fall into the sea — without love, not one drop could become a pearl.

Once when I was living in the heart of a pomegranate, I heard a seed saying, “Someday I shall become a tree, and the wind will sing in my branches, and the sun will dance on my leaves, and I shall be strong and beautiful through all the seasons.” Then another seed spoke and said,

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen — the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives — I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you Read More

From a thousand Chinese dinners, one cookie: Good fortune in love, also a better position. So much for both. Too many humorless people Who can’t believe that God could have made the cunt. Maybe he didn’t make it. Maybe hydrogen Made nitrogen and one thing led to another. Some hold that early man stumbled upon Read More

Don’t worry about saving these songs! And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn’t matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere, and even if the whole worlds harp should burn up, there will still be hidden instruments playing. So the Read More

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you.

In April the ponds open like black blossoms, the moon swims in every one; there’s fire everywhere: frogs shouting their desire, their satisfaction. What we know: that time chops at us all like an iron hoe, that death is a state of paralysis. What we long for: joy before death, nights in the swale – Read More

Anthropos apteros for days Walked whistling round and round the maze, Relying happily upon His temperament for getting on. The hundredth time he sighted, though, A bush he left an hour ago, He halted where four alleys crossed And recognised that he was lost. ‘Where am I? Metaphysics says No question can be asked unless Read More

Aquarius (Jan 23 – Feb 22) You have an inventive mind and are inclined to be progressive. You lie a great deal. You make the same mistakes repeatedly because you are stupid. Everyone thinks you are a fucking jerk. Pisces (Feb 23 – Mar 22) You are a pioneer type and think most people are Read More