(Un-)manufactured Consent

There is a lot to be complained about, when it comes to the legal system that stems from the American Constitution. As constitutions go, it is not a particularly bright one. When a group of slave-owning white men are chased out of Europe for being too fundamentalist (!), and they travel to a new land... Continue Reading →

The Emperor of the Kingdom of Night

Look between the carcasses of floating fancies - yesterday's celebrations and half-hearted desires. All the payments of disposable dreams: one man's luxury and another's adventures; The great triumphs of capitalism--a ghost story; Transient, fleeting, momentary stillness of gasped breaths: remnants, if judgmental, of your wants and his needs - And in between the discarded And... Continue Reading →

Life, as Ken Scudder Knew It!

A tireless civil-rights activist, a true 1960's radical, and an evergreen figure of the San Fransisco adult film scene, Ken Scudder passed away on December 20th, 2019. Scudder's life, not unlike the man himself, was a bit of an enigma. On the one hand he was, as this Rialto Report article points out, "a perennial stalwart... Continue Reading →

EPP, Chomsky and Elegance in Theory

Since Chomsky’s (1981) revision of the Projection Principle (PP) to include the stipulation that every sentence have a subject (Extended Projection Principle; EPP), syntactic theory has been troubled with an apparent explanatory gap. The empirical coverage of the content of EPP is well-documented (Carnie, 1995; Chomsky, 1994), but it remains restricted to a descriptive statement.... Continue Reading →

For Bill & Charles

"Angel-headed hipsters burning for that ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night" --- Allen Ginsberg. Among other things, thanks for explaining how the many palettes of comprehension paint different shades of Understanding. Among other things, thanks for the reaffirmation-- respect strength and never power Some still believe Upon the... Continue Reading →

Yesterday

Scattered butts of cigarettes spell out the Rorschach tests of all his accumulated yesterdays. A bird on a wire. Batman. Playboy cutouts, and emptied out bottles of rum gather dust. And slowly but surely with a scary certainty every today burns out in half-baked sunlights and like the dancing smoke marches on to more yesterdays.... Continue Reading →

Desperately Seeking Gail

Stillness distills a persistent melancholy - Embittering sweetness of longing and yearning and fall leaves and summer rains and mockingbirds gone away... Runaway syllables meter out the lost stanzas of unruly poetries. And amidst the accumulated rhymes Of all her midsummers' nights dreams Abandoned For the smiling trochaic bouncing On her knees And in the... Continue Reading →

One More Try

"They way the old dog walked, down nobody's alley, being nobody's dog. ---Charles Bukowski ---   So he takes out his keyboards and fires up his router and prepares to tell his story. One more time. This time he will tell it right -- tell them all about the three stolen poems and the broken... Continue Reading →

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