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Solar Devotions
Solar devotions in moonlit rooms, where vespers are sung in whispers and sighs. Empty walls are bathed in waxen gold. Shadows are dripped in honey. My bed is a funeral pyre for lamentations, where ghostly cries curl like smoke.
Madlibbing On This Side of the Mortal Coil
My desire feels fluid, mercurial, deep, watery, fiery, fun, harsh, spiritual, primal, silly, frustrating, lunar, psychological, emotional, carnal, personal, transpersonal, intense, soft, violent, predatory, yearning, inaccessible, weird, relatable, ineffable, expressive, harshly rejecting, serpentine clinging, rajasic, tamasic, sattvic, joyous, suffering, ecstatic, agonizing, the garden and the abyss, it’s Eros, logos, and Thanatos, it’s Kama, dharma, and…
My First Love
My first and only real true love since I was very young is the thing that creeps up in your dreams at 3am and silently and unconsciously lingers with you in the waking hours. It’s the black ocean in the dead of night that beckons you to drown in her.
Dreams of Carcosa
Somewhere else, I was responding to someone’s question about 12th house stelliums, and I figured I would post it here since it was a segue to something that I was probably going to write about. Even if astrology isn’t your thing, this serves as a framework and jumping off point for what I want to…
Monument Against the Flow of Time
Days and months are travellers of eternity. So are the years that pass by. Those who steer a boat across the sea, or drive a horse over the earth till they succumb to the weight of years, spend every minute of their lives travelling. There are a great number of ancients, too, who died on…
Born To Maximalism Forced to Millennial Beige (For Now)
My taste skirts the line between tasteful and gaudy. It’s a baroque monstrosity where something as classical as a Greek statue or Roman bust or as sacred as a lovingly handmade cross becomes kitsch on the background of high contrast colors and other antique or [faux] luxury items and accoutrements. It’s the mind spilling over…
System Shock
This was inspired by Nick Land’s, who’s heavily influenced by Deleuze and Guattari, essay “Meltdown.” Capital extends its tendrils in all directions and fuses with all bodies. It is a vampiric xenoform that simultaneously deterritorializes and reterritorializes(1) the earth. It liquidates the past and dissolves all structures and consumes and consumes until the future gets…
Upcoming Projects
To get myself back into writing more, I assigned myself some writing projects that I want to do in the very near future: 1. An essay on masochism and sadism a lá Deleuze’s Masochism: Coldness and Cruelty. 2. An essay on Clarice Lispector. 3. Write a short story.
Return of Saturn
Gaea prophesied that Cronus’ children will overthrow him as he did to his father Uranus. Castrated and disgraced, Uranus vowed revenge on his youngest son. “Vengeance for it would come afterwards” (1). Cronus too had many children. With paranoia over the inheritance of his spirit, just barely out of Rhea’s womb, Cronus consumes his children.…
The Basement
I remember it like it was yesterday. If I’m correct, it was a month ago that I took a week off from work to do this. However, since then, my conception of time hasn’t fully recovered. I haven’t quite felt like myself since that event. I don’t know why I did it. Actually I do,…
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