“Of all the parts of your body, be most vigilant over your index finger, for it is blame-thirsty. A pointed finger is a victim’s logo… No matter how abominable your condition may be, try not blame anything or anybody: history, the state, superiors, race, parents, the phase of the moon, childhood, toilet training, etc… The moment that you blame somewhere, you undermine your resolve to change anything.” – Joseph Brodsky. Continue reading
“Jack Pines are not lumber trees and they won’t win many beauty contests either. But to me this valiant old tree, solitary on its own rocky point, is as beautiful as a living thing can be. In the calligraphy of its shape against the sky is written strength of character and perseverance, survival of wind, drought, cold, heat, disease… In its silence it speaks of wholeness, an integrity that comes from being what you are.” – Douglas Wood. Continue reading
“We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It’s a dream already ended,” wrote Jack Kerouac in a letter to his first wife, found in The Portable Jack Kerouac. Continue reading
I cringe when I look back on any writing I’ve done where I talk about being fairly content in life, “Mostly happy, more centred than ever.” I don’t cringe because it’s a lie. I cringe because it paints only a partial truth – I am MOSTLY happy. You must not forget the MOSTLY. It was a fucking long road to get to MOSTLY from RARELY. Why am I yelling? Continue reading
“There is something about yourself that you don’t know. Something that you will deny even exists until it’s too late to do anything about it. It’s the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty boss. The blood, sweat, and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild, and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please think I’m special. We share an addiction. We’re approval junkies. We’re all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch, the hip, hip, hoo-fucking-rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on, you crazy diamond, because we’re just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others. If we knew this, we wouldn’t do this. Someone is hiding it from us, and if you had a second chance you would ask, why?” – Jake Green, Revolver. Continue reading
“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.” ― David Foster Wallace, The Pale King.
David Foster Wallace, American novelist and short story writer, is a person I was unfamiliar with until I recently heard his Kenyon College Commencement address, which took place in 2005. After hearing it, while I don’t agree with absolutely everything he said, I’m completely besotted. In the words of Emery Allen, “I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul.” Continue reading
A poem by Marie Howe.
I don’t know much about Mary Magdalene, but this poem by Marie Howe is amazing. Apparently, the main description of Mary Magdalene in the Bible is in Luke, which says: “Mary, called Magdalene, from whom seven devils had been cast out.” Somehow from that we turned her into a prostitute, as you do. Pope Gregory in 591 gave a sermon and referred to her as such — goodness know why — and it has stuck ever since. Continue reading
Unedited version of article published in Orange City Life, 27 April 2017.
‘I got accused of being a softy’: Long time rock n’ roll exhibitionist talks to Denise Mills about spiritual transformation and the value of trauma.
Being on the wrong side of thirty, I’m very familiar with Angry Anderson – particularly his tumultuous childhood, his crazy bad boy days when Rose Tattoo were at their most infamous, and the extensive charity work he does for a variety of causes. But before our interview last week I did some light stalking anyway, just to glean some additional insight into the guy. What I found was that Angry is still painted to be a hard-arse, who does a bit of charity work on the side – just to put some good out in the world. Continue reading
In A Hidden Wholeness, Parker J Palmer writes about the “moral exoskeleton” most of us put on hoping to prop ourselves up. This is not just for religious groups. This is everyone. We decide what it is we value and we prop ourselves up with it, as though we were inexorably hollow beneath it all. Continue reading
It’s kind of disheartening when you delve deep enough into physics to come to the conclusion that free will can only be an illusion. We think we have a choice: we feel conflicted when we choose where to live, what to eat, or which pair of socks to put on of a morning. But much like the flow of time, which seems to be so undeniably real and linear but is not, our free will may be nothing more than an illusion.