Viola the elephant bolted into the streets of Butte, Montana, because she got spooked by the sound of a car backfiring. When I saw the name of the street, I shuddered. Yes, the elephant in the room with me as I write this is the person intent on destroying me with her exploitation of the […]
Well, fuck me, I had intended to write about Under The Silver Lake next, but I had to go include a reference to BLACK GOO in a poem concluding my recent collection, titled My Road Is A Broken Heart At War, and the goo spoke back immediately through song lyrics in the shower after I completed the poem. […]
The Rose is closed and The Pyramid shut down. What am I talking about? The names came to me via a declining timber industry in Missoula; Roseburg is a “Forest Product Company” closing its doors, and Pyramid Mountain Lumber is doing the same thing, but to me it’s just more esoteric trolling from a cartoon […]
The name of the Devil Town in season 2 of X-Files is Milford Haven, and this “fictional” town is located in the very real state of New Hampshire. Why is this significant? Well, in this post at the other blog, I point out Aleister Crowley’s New Hampshire connection, so I wasn’t surprised when the name […]
I went looking for a theory I remembered reading about Fox Mulder, but instead I came across details from Mulder’s fictional bio that leapt out at me, starting with Mulder’s middle name: WILLIAM. Of course. Fox WILLIAM Mulder was born on October 13th, which immediately makes me think of this: On Friday the 13th of […]
It’s one thing to have a strong hunch that “old” content (90’s) has new insights for the year 2024, but it’s quite another to watch and catch and follow wisps of curiosity that become rabbit trails that become peeks into history’s odd synchs and reverberations, like another William to add to the list: William Weld. […]
I quickly consumed a William Gibson narrative, The Peripheral, then moved on to watching X-Files from the beginning. Shit and shit. How should I get into this post documenting the name-association-synchs that help me direct my inquisitive attention to more substantial links and connections? Sometimes I get self-conscious about describing how I conduct my research, […]
Lisa, age 7, tells me to EMBRACE NOTHINGNESS from the screen of the arcade game I decided to play instead of networking, which was the original intention of spending $375 dollars on an ALL ACCESS pass to the documentary film festival where, like anywhere in America, I find myself getting trolled by tricksters at every […]
Ok, this must be a joke–a cosmic HA-HA to LOL me clear around the bend, like rolling through the intersection of Monroe and Knox in Spokane with Gold On The Ceiling playing. My synchronicity buddy put Monroe on my radar, and Knox is the last name given to the Natural Born Killer, Mickey, with the […]
Did I learn my lesson? The first defecatory poem was clever and appropriate, considering its location (Aspen) and my reluctant ambitions (journalism, documentary), but THIS defecatory poem? I shit on Indians, to put it bluntly, and then I got shit on myself. Whoops I thought, then took steps to appease what I had angered by NOT […]
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