Visit a monkey in the tree of his life
He doesn't eat the fruit before it is ripe
When the sugar turns to alcohol
He shares his crop with one and all

The alcoholic tangerines are free
The alcoholic tangerines for you
The alcoholic tangerines for me

Sunday, May 19, 2019


Grotesque is a man who embraces one overarching truth and makes it his guide stone. He becomes distorted in holding onto his truth. When it passes below the horizon his truth will be upside-down and so will he be. So will he be.

Note: This is my meditation after reading Sherwood Anderson's Winesburg Ohio, which I thought was interesting enough to reread after twenty years. The idea of the Grotesque as a person who is distorted ethically, or is perhaps demented, is missing psychic components, has mental mal-nutrition, are at once pathetic and creepy. It smacked me as reminiscent of Balzac's Comedy Humane; and certainly, that seems to be where the genesis of the Grotesque lies--in the French tradition.

Then it also struck me that the timing of Anderson's American work somewhat coincides to the modern period in Russia, where Anton Chekhov was producing works of short fiction that are similar in structure and content. Of course, there is an affinity in Russian culture for the French.  Russia was once a vulgar language in St. Petersburg, where French was spoken in the court, the church, and the university as well as in polite society.  This is often depicted in classical Russian literature (Tolstoy). So, I think that the impact of Balzac's short fiction can still be felt generations after he had completed his work, in two divergent literary traditions.

Or perhaps they are a single tradition: international modern lit.--which I think would be an interesting course. Does Balzak give us a prequel into modern lit? Yes.

Friday, February 8, 2019

Wednesday, December 26, 2018

The Jade Teddybear

The jade industry is a crying shame.
Mining huge slabs of British Columbian Jade
Loading it onto ships and sending it to China
Where communist slaves mill small teddybears
From the billion-year-old adamantine pillars.
The teddybears, which cost 35$ are then sold over eBay
To Philistine slaves in America for Valentine's day.

He will present this to her in lieu of a real gift
And she will be well pleased because she would rather
Have the money after he croaks anyway
Which could be any day now.
Leaving nothing but a rich beautiful fifty-year-old widow.
And she will be his gift to society at large
The outcome of his seventy hour work weeks
The sum of his ethical stupidity and spiritual inadequacy.

The saddest part is that the jade is lost to the future. Perhaps in millions of years, the Earth will turn again, and again there will be giant slabs of jade in what used to be British Columbia.

Philistines cannot have good art because they can’t tell the difference. A Philistine cannot value art differently than its monetizable value. This is the outcome of a society comprised of the ethical slaves of Philistinism: The supplier must do unethical things to meet the unethical demands of the consumer. There is a clockwork. A fatality. An if/then logic to the Satanic service of our appetites. The jade teddybear is a symbol of bourgeoise frugality and stupidity. Its a symbol of bad taste. There are millions of them—all alike. Each milled from the same lifeless stone.

Monday, November 26, 2018

Wolves at the Door

I built my cabin from logs of new spruce. At the foot of 
the mountain and the edge of the wood.  Not too far 
from a gurgling brook. I can look at it shine in the light of 
the moon.  Perched on top of the richest land I can find. 
The year is eighteen and thirty-nine. 

I came from Ohio across three states, but here in
Missouri my soul snagged its thread. It’s the Adirondike 
mountains I can’t get across. The summer gets hot but 
the winter comes quick. Build a strong warm cabin 
before the snow comes thick. 

It was the last of October when I first heard her voice. 
Like the peal of a trumpet from the top of the hill. 
I heard his reply from miles away and it gave my spine a 
chill. The she-wolf came down to give me a call.  About 
my cabin she paced round and round.

I stood in my cabin with my musket in hand and heard 
her footfalls on the ground outside. I could hear her 
snarl. I could hear her breath, but else I could not 
perceive.  “Wolf,” I said, “I’ve got no hospitality for you. 
I’ll give you nothing but a ball of my lead.”

Cause there were wolves. Wolves at the door. 
Wolves. Wolves at the door. 

Well I stuck my musket through the slot and I shot blind. 
Through the whole valley was heard the report. But when 
it echoed back her voice came through.  “In a fortnight’s 
time I’ll win you true. In these hills with me you’ll run and 
remember this place no more.”

Cause there were wolves. Wolves at the door. 
Wolves. Wolves at the door. 

Those days they came and weeks they went, and God 
can tell how they were spent.  In trepidation and in infirm 
mind the days grew short and cold.  On the fourteenth 
night the sun went down and a carpet of snow lay 
packed on the ground. 

And there were wolves. Wolves at the door. 
Wolves. Wolves at the door.

The moon was high when she led them down. I could 
see it shining in her eyes. At her full stride she came 
down the slope. She lead a pack of twenty. They made a 
circle around my cabin and they came a-caroling. A choir 
in full regalia.

And there were wolves. Wolves at the door. 
Wolves. Wolves at the door. 

They sang me a song and they sang it well. To hear them 
howl it thrilled my soul and to see their jaws a snappin’.  I 
lost my mind in fear and awe. Some fur cropped out all 
over my arms and when I reached behind, the tail I found 
was my own and I was astounded.

And there were wolves. Wolves at the door. 
Wolves. Wolves at the door.

And when their song had come to an end it raised 
the hair on the back of my neck and my skin began to crawl. 
The she-wolf said, “Boy, did you rightly doubt me? We 
came here to make you our own and we’re not going to 
leave without thee.”

And there were wolves. Wolves at the door. 
Wolves. Wolves at the door. 

There comes a time when each must say good-bye to 
his domestic comforts. The soul must run across those 
mountains under the light of the moon. It must raise its 
voice like never before and quit its habitation. I can never 
forget that She-wolf or the night she freed me. 

And there were wolves. Wolves at the door. 
Wolves. Wolves at the door. 

Sunday, November 18, 2018

The Ugly Alphabet

Where can my eyeballs go to hide from these letters
This Satanic alphabet imposing its own structure
These figures aren’t lovely
My mind is troubled in the attempt
To bend them to an erotic purpose.

Unlike their facile Hebrew counterparts
That Swedenborg once found to be impenetrable
Only pulled their skirts up an inch
And still he was driven mad by their beauty
They left him raving naked through the town at midnight..

Monday, November 5, 2018

Aphorisms Vol. 1

Too much wisdom and not enough wit.
Much too Frank and not enough Gaul.

The problem with reading books
Written by people who thought they were smart
Is that you might become one of them.

If you’re not a book reader or music listener
Then you don’t understand what it means
To store up treasures in eternity.

Ridicule her who hates mathematics,
Embrace her who hates science.

The concept of wasting time is only relevant
To those trying to achieve something.

When the devil wrote the bible
He caused his own revival
And now he is cursed to forever attend church.

The poet sings but the prophet cries.
The poet sings but the prophet cries.
The poet sings but the prophet cries.

If I am to meet a Jew, let him be a pious Jew.
And if I am to meet a Muslim, let him be an impious Muslim.

Evil is an upside-down pyramid scheme and Satan is at the bottom of it.

Let him with the ethics of a reptile become one.

Monday, September 17, 2018

Satanic Ethics Vol. 2: Witches, Werewolves, and Vampires

Christianity is not mysterious to me. Nor is it mysterious to the people who have read John Toland’s book “Christianity Not Mysterious,” published in 1702. I wonder how many of us there are. The once crowded hall of book readers has emptied out somewhat lately, and I wonder truly how many of us could access the work if we even cared to. When I call people illiterate, and I often do, that is what I mean: They lack the capacity to read books. I believe there are many people who have read the KJB cover to cover twice and still are not capable of understanding the book in its cultural and historical context. These illiterates should perhaps have the bible taken away from them, as well as all the other books they can’t or won’t read. These people might wound themselves by reading the bible. They are like children playing with their father’s tools.  (For example, an illiterate bible reader may believe that the point of Christianity is to perpetuate the lifestyle and ethics of the ancient Hebrews to all times and places when exactly the opposite is true.)
Christianity is not primarily supernatural, and the ethics of Christianity are not otherworldly but are of great practical use. Christianity is a system of ethics which opposes the Satanic ethics of the world at large. The practitioner of Christian ethics works to make himself unexploitable by the practitioner of Satanic ethics (also called Philistine ethics).  By using the example and the teachings in word and deed of Jesus Christ, we Christians can resist the efforts of the Satanist to abuse us, to enslave us, and to devalue our humanity.
The twin ethics of Puritanism and Philistinism are the tools of the Satanic practitioner. He uses these tools to become the usurer, the slaver, and the accuser of humanity (Satan is the accuser of this world, but Jesus Christ is the advocate of humanity before the judgment throne of God). The practitioner of Satanic ethics at base despises humanity.  Satanic ritual witchcraft is the primary method that the Satanist uses to perfect his Satanic ethic. A Satan worshiper worships himself in an effort to elevate himself above humanity. It is the challenge of the Christian to value humanity even at its most debased and perverse. 

Our English word witchcraft, in essence, means ‘wise power.’ It is not generally evil for people to develop and use their wise powers, nor is it unchristian to do so. Witchcraft is far older than either Christianity or Satanism. Throughout the centuries, many witches all over the globe have used their wise powers to heal and perform mental and spiritual therapy.  All Doctors, lawyers, judges, and priests have as their progenitor the African Witch Doctor. All the ecclesiastical trees waving their heavy arms in the sky come directly from the simple relationship between the witch and the people. There has always been and will always be a demand for this wise power among the uninitiated oceans of humanity.  However, a witch, who is a person who has developed these wise powers, can turn against humanity and become Satanic. A Satanic witch exploits humanity instead of serving humanity. There are also many who are born into Satanic witchcraft, and who inherit the tradition of Satanism along with their wise powers. I believe the tradition of Satanic witchcraft among the Jews goes back to their time of slavery in Egypt. Of course, there are accounts of witches and magicians among both Egyptian and Hebrew sources. Most Jews worship God. Some Jews are Satanists and are living servants of the Satanic ethic of human exploitation.  This Philistine exploitation of humanity is as prevalent today among the professional classes as it ever was in the past. Many of today's doctors, lawyers, judges, and priests are invested in the evil exploitation of humanity.

Practitioners of wise-craft have their own ethics and there are two rules which are the traditional means to tell if a witch has become Satanic. A practitioner is forbidden from A) enriching himself unnecessarily and B) extending his life unnaturally. When a witch does these two forbidden things (they go hand in hand), he is said to become a werewolf. An aware wolf is a person who takes advantage of asleep sheep.  You don’t want to be an asleep sheep. You might get taken advantage of by an aware wolf. This parlance goes back at least 500 years and perhaps much farther.  Does this type of werewolf have anything to do with the lycanthropy we are familiar with in popular culture? There are sources both Christian and classical as well as recent eye-witness accounts that claim the existence of dog-headed men. St. Christopher himself was supposed to have been a man with a dog’s head.  I’m not sure this is relatable to the witchy werewolves I’m describing here.
I don’t know very much about Werewolves, but I believe there is a conscious effort to produce a popular culture that would ridicule notions of their existence. Werewolves are real. There are people invested in pulling the wool over the eyes of the sheep.

A vampire is a person who drinks human blood to extend his life unnaturally.  Vampirism is currently fashionable among the wealthy elites of many nations, and there is current private medical research into the health benefits and increased longevity attributed to the drinking of human blood. When a practitioner has become opaque to the divine vision of a natural life and death, he may decide to drink human blood. By doing so, he steals the vitality of another human for his own use.  The act of drinking human blood is Satanic ritual witchcraft and those uninitiated who indulge in the practice unwittingly become Satanic witches. The most famous vampire in history is Countess Elizabeth B├íthory, who drank and bathed in the blood of an estimated 500 peasant girls before her bad habits could be curtailed.  She murdered them to benefit her own health and beauty. She was one who purified her Satanic ethic through the means of Satanic ritual witchcraft.