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  • The True Believers Are Out, Baying At The Moon

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    Matt

    What is to be made of Palin? At this point she is a series of images to me. I am being conditioned as is the way in all societies. But I am on it. She presents herself or is presented as mother, caribou shooter, fisherperson (argh!), as a “barracuda,” as representative of small town values. At this point I usually gargle with mothballs to wake up my senses. Jefferson’s hope for an agrarian society is ancient history.  Farmers have long been off the farms. Conglomerates own farming. No one goes to Paducah to become enlightened. We are all city bound. So the true…

  • The Tea Table Or The Tea Wagon

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    Matt

    I was a passed up child. I had to say that first. I will return to it in a while. As I near my end the past becomes sharper and sharper; or, to say it better, events or mild epiphanies seem clearer now. I just finished a short story tentatively titled “The Tea Table” or “The Tea Wagon.” I wish I were a better writer so that I could do it justice. It is a story taken from memory and elaborated upon. In short I believe around the age of 10 a Holocaust victim had brushed by me experientially; he…

  • Egress To Your Left

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    Matt

    I feel it percolating but it has not found its egress as yet. The unconscious presses upon me much in the way you feel the need to urinate, that bodily pressure. So hello, unconscious. Ah, it sees an opening. I just sent off my copy of Bambi versus Godzilla, a recent book (2007) by David Mamet, writer, actor and playwright. He did the screen plays for “Hoffa” and “The Untouchables.”  At times he slows to sludge but then like a phoenix he soars. His takes on actors, screenwriting and movies are terrifically acute, given his background as writer and director. Of…

  • I Have To Turn To Something Else

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    Matt

    I have to turn to something else. Writing my new “book” is fatiguing me and the subject is intense so that I have transferred  to the blog to calm down. I’ve noticed that over the past week or so that I write fewer blogs; the unconscious needs time to fill up before it decants itself. I have been writing about “emptiness” versus “awareness” and I have chosen in my parody to take the side of emptiness. And as I sink into my empty self I am struggling to define what it is to be fully empty, that is an oxymoron in…