Given current conditions on Terra Firma, just needed some space— Fun in Space Call me nomad. Rootlessness is my routine. From where I stand space begs for exploration, not occupation —occupation of space requires a military state of mind, armies train for it, but individuals grow dull and lethargic just occupying space. There’s no substitute…

What Are You Best At? “So, after all these millennia, what are you best at, my man? What rocks your boat, what stokes your passion, what makes your day?” God asks His creature His creature replies, “What I love most is conflict. It’s what I do most reflexively (not counting ruts of lust), and in…

Talking with my Guru ….. — Nothing and Emptiness Me: What is emptiness? G: What do you mean by emptiness? Me: I mean nothing. G: Then why are we discussing it? …. Take your tiny Tao shears …. and snip emptiness out of Webster’s …. and heave it into the void. It’s another …. self-serving tool like time …. and collateral damage…

“lacrimae rerum, “ (the tears of things) …………………………………. —Virgil Everything Cries steel’s tears are rust, trees weep tears of falling leaves, clouds weep and mourn their loss sacrificing their billows to the earth as rain, the earth weeps its carbon into sky, the sun weeps its energy into earth and will die someday of the…

“ A colossal weariness and also disgust at the thought that it takes a lot of hatred, a lot of zeal, to push a knife deep into someone’s eye. It is beyond the edge of human cruelty. And only an intact ideology, not available to disprove in any way, could bring you to the point.”…

“The Thwaites Glacier is the widest on Earth at about 80 miles in width. But as the planet continues to warm, its ice, like much of the sea ice around Earth’s poles, is melting. The rapidly changing state of the glacier has alarmed scientists for years because of the “spine–chilling” global implications of having so much additional water…

Ambedo— n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details . . . which lead to a dawning awareness of the fragility of life . . . —The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows Ambedo I am a boy, my brain’s transfixed, not seized like a spent engine whose cams…

Mystical Sects & Fractals so many spinning sects exist with peculiar angles facts of life: all human things exist alongside phantom gods and angels a billion mystical takes on Is exist like fractured fractals as guesswork insistently persists heads spin off their axles Jim Culleny 5/6/16

“On Friday morning, the author Salman Rushdie was stabbed in the neck as he stood onstage at the Chautauqua Institution, in western New York, where he was scheduled to give a lecture. The motivations of his attacker were not immediately clear, but Rushdie—one of the most celebrated contemporary writers—had lived under the threat of violence…

Next a moment is a poet’s cliché of a singular blur tentative as an airborne bubble hard as hammer-blow to thumb moment: the smallest thing able to contain an unimaginable universe …………… a universe able to imagine the smallest thing as instantaneous as the passage of dust motes and Himalayas as ephemeral and solid as…

“Many life forms are so hard to categorize that (scientists) call these organisms the ‘Problematica.’”—from: Scatter, Adapt and Remember: How Humans Will Survive a Mass Extinction, by Annalee Newit Problematica Here we are, never still, casting lines upstream like fly fishers toward sources teeming with what came first hooking what we can, reeling it in…

Umwelt what I can perceive is the outer limit of what I am there is a universe of unknown dimensions it whirls about me but is not about me I am constrained I ride its hub Jim Culleny 6/22/22

“This guided Theseus thro’ the Maze; And sent Him home with Life . . . “ ………………… —Matthew Prior Love is a Cord, a Chord, Accord a boy at his labyrinth’s door grasped the end of the string of a spool proffered in the hands of a woman who knew that once within, if without tether,…

Book-banning is just one more tool used by demagogs to murder truth and hollow out God’s gift of intellect. ………………………. —St. Lingo Politics/Religion my brain’s a pouch in which I stash my loot if I keep its purse strings loose I might add to its load when new coin comes to town but if I tighten down the…

“This is my life.” “This is my only life.” …. —Stuart  Murdoch, in the chorus of Unnecessary Drama This is the One this is my only life it comes down to this I may have thought I had others but life is not mosaic in any sense that matters there are no pieces no re-dos…

“Gas stations at night can sometimes be weird places.” …………………………………………………. —Ruchira Paul, 5/7/22 Gas Stations Can Sometimes Be Weird at Night: Circa 1958 While in HS I pumped gas at a station in town owned by an amiable, but besotted old Italian guy who sat in his desk-chair next to the register, feet crossed upon…

. “I read the news today, oh boy!” .. The Protocols of Cause Grotesques are at the door we cook in our own juices thinking we’re immune from fire and ice thinking we still have time to burn we can’t imagine we’ll be stewed in our own vices because we have excuses But the protocols…

War & Weekends I’m writing from a list of prompts in an exercise for loosening the tight grip of uncertainty of mind in an effort to knock the chocks from under its big wheels to let the thing roll yesterday’s was war, which I skipped, never having been there but in books and other vicarious…

Ménage à Trois isn’t it a miracle that three atoms have combined in chemical love to become the slippery substance of that which both bears and wrecks ships, of bays that breed and shelter life —sustain it, of that essential stuff of bodies, of billows of mist that rain and surge through taps, of glaciers that…