Reclusland

My apologies for the lack of new posts.

I am working on a new story, as it’s been too long since I’ve put up some writing here. I’ve also got a few new art pieces to post and hopefully a good group of pictures from a day spent wandering around southern Manhattan. These would all be up now, if it wasn’t for that pesky “real life” and that “job” that keep getting in the way…

Anyway, to breathe a little life back into this space, I am posting some scribblings from my notebook. For the sake of using a recognizable label for the googlebots, I will call them poetry. If you don’t like that, well, I’m sorry (for you). More will be coming soon, and you can always check my research log, which I update more regularly but less specifically.

There’s actually a lot of Kafka up there now, which is strange as I am not a big fan of his novels. But that would explain my recent dream of being caught in the courts system for doing something that I hadn’t known was a crime. I was given a summons which I couldn’t understand, and was later told by someone who was either Aleister Crowley dressed as a bureaucrat, or my 8th grade history teach (a nice guy, who bears no resemblance to Crowley) that “they” were going to be making an example of me. However, my feelings about being “made an example” were more towards boredom than fear, so I’m not too worried about it…