This so-called curse of knowledge, a phrase used in a 1989 paper in The Journal of Political Economy, means that once you’ve become an expert in a particular subject, it’s hard to imagine not knowing what you do. Your conversations with others in the field are peppered with catch phrases and jargon that are foreign to the uninitiated. When...
a friend of mine invited me to join a tribe today. it sounded slightly cultish (a new god, initiation rituals, survival workshops), but in general i'm interested in fringe societies, and this friend of mine is an artist, so i agreed to follow its development. but it occured to me: there are going to be a shitload of end of the world cults around...
I’ve seen more lately. I imagine some
K-Mart shopper tossing nonchalantly
the plastic wrapper from a pack of menthols
into the air while walking
away from the automatic doors.
Before it reaches the ground
some chemical or biblical shift has occurred,
creating conglomerates of cells
for feathers, knobby legs & feet,
There is much ahead of us. We don't know what gravity is; neither do we know the nature of heat, light and electricity. We are only animals. We are coming out of the dog stage and getting a glimpse of our environment. We don't know - we just suspect a few things. Our practice of shooting, one another in war is proof that we are animals. The...
One population becomes destructive
& the weight of necessity becomes evident.
Bottlenecks bursting at their seams—
this our lineage & history.
The poplars will bend under their perfect weight—
the weight of ten billion eons.
They look on with faces bright from attention—
resolute & randomly tittering in the blue...
How would you feel if you had no fear? Feel like that. How would you behave toward other people if you realized their powerlessness to hurt you? Behave like that. How would you react to so-called misfortune if you saw its inability to bother you? React like that. How would you think toward yourself if you knew you were really all right? Think like...
Neighborhood smells different--it smells different. Maybe I'm making a big deal of nothing, maybe it was some fleeting aroma set to rise away--maybe it isn't my neighborhoods new mark.
Maybe it is, isn't.
It's just alarming, how you walk in on something new without no one even warning you before you walk out your door or open your eyes--just...