Okay, here it is. Time to go.
Back when I only was thinking about doing a blog like this, I used to read a guy with the handle Channel Null. He was in to hynosis, magick, actualizing hizdmanself and other such things. One day, he up and declared his site was an energy sink and that [...]
Archive for the ‘late night’ Category
From Here to Gone: Announcing the Disappearing Act
Posted in Mundane Poetics, a very minor farewell tour, late night, tagged a very minor farewell tour on November 9, 2009 | 2 Comments »
What We’re Leaving Behind
Posted in late night on October 20, 2009 | 3 Comments »
It has been months, hasn’t it? Not because there aren’t a slew of half-written things in the cue, waiting to get done–there are, in fact. Thing is, when I sit on them for a minute, I find it hard to go back to them. They somehow don’t seem as pressing as they once did when I [...]
Who’s the Mystery Conspiracy Fliermyn of Flushing?
Posted in late night on August 25, 2009 | 2 Comments »
It’s not Kerry Thornley. And it’s certainly not Francis E. Dec. For the last six months, though, there have been single page fliers taped across Flushing having to do with (the) (a) Conspiracy.
They’ve been taped up on the door of the empty remnants of the once-might Washington Mutual Bank on Main Street. They’ve been taped [...]
Sign of the Times?
Posted in late night on August 24, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
As I enter the subway near Bryant Park past midnight a week back, I see an orange sticker stuck just above head-level at the bottom of the stairs. It is a sticker decrying immigrants–how they smell, look, the crime the bring, blah, blah, blah. The sticker encourages those who feel the same to contact the [...]
Things You No Longer Believe
Posted in everyday life, late night, provocative filler on June 20, 2009 | 13 Comments »
I’ve been silent for awhile, I admit. Perhaps I’ve been stuck. Or perhaps I’ve just been standing in the middle of the intersection too long, but the lights are changing and I better find my way back on the walkway before I get hit by something completely avoidable.
So I suppose It’s time to clear out [...]
When You Are Called “Them”
Posted in Consciousness & Alternate Perception, conspiracy poetics, end times fandango, everyday forteana, everyday life, late night on April 7, 2009 | 4 Comments »
It’s bound to happen eventually and my turn comes near Rockefeller Center. I remember the day because it is the Feast of the Virgin of Guadalupe. I am doing an errand when I come across a woman with short, curly hair who is stretching her arms out at all and sundry who pass by. At [...]
On the Day the Market Crashed (Whatcha Think Leon Lathule Did?)
Posted in end times fandango, late night, sub cult-sure on October 26, 2008 | 2 Comments »
On the day the Market crashed, I immediately, texted a very near and dear friend from back in the days when I passed the time playing the role of Cult-Diver for fun and exercise (and probably a good measure of disfunction, too).
My text read, tongue ruefully planted in cheek:
“LaThule was right! The stock market has [...]
Working with a Broken Door and an Open Bible
Posted in Consciousness & Alternate Perception, everyday life, gratitude, late night, magick, pointing at The Big Something, pro-peace/pro-people on October 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I get home late to find that the front door key to the apartment building just won’t work. The key goes into the cylinder. I turn the key and the cylinder turns with it. And I’m stuck outside. This has already happened once before, about a month ago. Buzzing the super’s apartment led nowhere. Buzzing [...]
So We Gonna?
Posted in late night on October 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
And so I’m sleeping curled up on the bed, on my right side, cuz the Sufi’s say that if you sleep on your left side, you’re more liable to have them there dirty, distracting dreams I really don’t need any of right now.
Barack Obama, somewhere, just shakes his head and smiles. He smiles in the [...]
Cuz He Died In Print
Posted in late night on October 4, 2008 | 1 Comment »
As a sign of how my life has changed, how I have slowly cut myself off from many of the things that most folks in these here parts regard as meaningful entrainments/entertainments to lubricate/mediate daily life, consider this. Weeks after his death and I didn’t know David Foster Wallace had died. It took seeing a [...]
