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Biridious - // back view
and he will roam forever, haunting the desert
dead man's hand - lord huron
In praise of the eastern lubber nymph shedding its exoskeleton I sing. Hanging it from small branches and leaves - telling intruders, “Turn back, or face a similar fate - the flaying alive and stringing up of your former self." In praise of our uncivilized, alien world I sing
From Meditations Vol. 1
Gravel (gouache)
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Let us confess our unfounded contempt for ourselves today. Let us see our own faults clearly but not exaggerate their power over us. Let us note the earth wobbles around the sun, and the sun likewise around our galaxy. Let us shrug off our self-contempt as a wobble of pettiness and continue with our orbits.
Meditations, Vol. I by Marcus Nefarious is a poignant and thought-provoking collection of poems that invites readers to embark on a journey
From Meditations Vol. 1
Creature from the black lagoon
Let us beware of the dark touch of the protestant god. The one who cripples at the hip with the accusation of depravity. The one who commands us then to take up our mat and walk through his towering cathedrals of thought or be damned. The one whose Gnostic heresies would have us sing with fervor cloudy theologies and mental assents - denying the body. Denying death and then life. Obscuring the miraculous with cheap parlor tricks and linguistic slight-of-hand. Let us beware; his cult has more followers than we know.
From Meditations Vol. 1
As someone who took etiquette lessons, politeness is an incredibly effective tool for disarming bigots. You can either force them to reconsider their words/actions by directly and calmly confronting their behavior (by using the rules of society in your favor), or you can dip entirely while they appear to be in the wrong.
Both options are great.
Because the thing is, when bigots pick fights, they are 100% counting on you to get louder than them. Or meaner. They want you to react emotionally and provide fodder for their 'You're Too Emotionally Immature To Understand' cannon.
What they aren't expecting you to do is say one of the following phrases in a polite, concerned tone:
Are you okay?
That's not the kind of language I was raised to use with others.
Do you need a moment to think on why that wasn't acceptable?
This is no way to engage in intelligent conversation. Please try that again in a kinder tone if you'd like this to continue. (I really like this one because it lets you turn their public-shame rhetoric around)
For those of you who'd are spiteful and/or dealing with Fundamentalists/Evangelicals/generally shitty Christians:
What's happening in your life to cause you this much anger? I can't imagine hurting so badly that I need to hurt other people.
Who taught you it was acceptable to treat other people this way? Certainly not the Jesus I remember.
Whatever happened to 'judge not lest ye be judged'?
If I talked like that in front of my parents or grandparents I would be ashamed.
I think there's something you need to pray on before we try and have this conversation.
And my all time favorite:
"It sounds to me like there are some seriously dark and angry forces at work in your heart."
(Nothing stops a Christian bigot in their tracks faster than implying the Devil is causing their bigotry. But you MUST be calm, polite, and gentle with your tone and wording. It is absolutely fair to twist the rules and play them at their own game, but you gotta play hard.)
TLDR: It's much faster to use etiquette, politeness, and rhetoric reversal when eviscerating idiots online and in person, because they aren't expecting you to weaponize their behaviors back in their direction. Don't get angry, get spitefully polite! :)
In praise of this one breath, I sing. In praise of one more moment of life. One more clamping and opening of our chambered hearts. One more white blood cell manufactured in the hollow of our bones. One more second of the thronging earth assimilating with our senses. In praise of this one breath that is not our last I sing.
From Meditations Vol. 1
Shotei Takahashi
Japanese Radish, Rats, and Carrot
1930
From Meditations Vol. 1
Ivy-covered building in Meguro, Tokyo. Watercolour and pen on khadi paper
Let us forgive our child selves
Let us forgive our child selves. The world is not kind to children. Children who wonder wide-eyed at its thresher sharks, rocket ships, octopi - then are told to bury it. Are told there is nothing sacred in it - in themselves. Are told they are cursed along with it - crippling them while they are too young to trust themselves. Let us find the weeping child in us and whisper she was right to believe. From Meditations Vol. 1
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Pentecost of Pollinators
Outside, the earth is breathing out her
pentecost of pollinators -
her millions of ingenious
proboscis adaptations - to agitate and sling
whatever botanic semen she can muster
from her sons and find
by force of probability alone
a match among her daughters.
Inside, looking out the window,
it is tempting to believe - when we have spent
the night before crying out to our gods
to deliver us from our separation - that
our bodies are more useful in the soil.
But it is perhaps only with our solitude
that we may document,
in tongues, her miracle.