She would not listen, but pulled herself away from him, deep into the closet, and closed her eyes. He moved his lips several times, as though trying to recall words he had already spoken, but there was no sound, and he lit a cigarette, and sat in the open doorway of the closet, smoking and waiting for her to come back to him, since he had been inducted and she had written him telling him, Rudy, I’m going to live with Jonah on The Hill. Harlan Ellison – Shattered Like a Glass Goblin
He could not see her, so he closed one eye, like a child making a face, or a soldier at night trying to preserve his night sight. He alternated between the two, as though trying to send her messages by lidded semaphore, but there was no sound, so he dragged smoke into his lungs, an ember stoked and threatening the shadows of the closet, which hung about her, an inky black cloak, as was any knowledge of her since she had written telling him, Rudy, I’m going to live with Jonah on The Hill. Daniel Hero, in the style of Harlan Ellison
The more I contemplate the spectacle of the world and the ebb and flow of change in things, the more deeply am I convinced of the innately fictitious nature of it all, of the false prestige given to the pomp of reality. And in this contemplation, which any reflective person will have experienced at some time or other, the motley parade of costumes and fashions, the complex path of progress and civilizations, the magnificent tangle of empires and cultures, all seem to me like a myth and a fiction, dreamed up amidst shadows and oblivion. But I do not know if the supreme summation of all these aims, vain even when achieved, lies in the joyful renunciation of the Buddha, who, on comprehending the emptiness of it all, woke from his ecstasy saying: “Now I know everything,” or in the world-weary indifference of the Emperor Severus: omnia fui, nihil expedit – I was all things; all was worthless. Fernando Pessoa – The Book of Disquiet, 135. (1917)
The more I ruminate on the nature of how love shapes and cultivates the character of all things, the more deeply am I sure of the innately foundational nature of that emotion, of the lip service it is given in the name of capitalism. And in this rumination, which any feeling person will have suffered at some point along their timeline, the rejections of affection, the stabs of betrayal in places unreachable, the complex path of choices and circumstance, the glorious wreck of utter abandon, all seem to me exactly the point, dreamed up amidst a terrible loneliness enfolded in shadows and oblivion. But I do know the supreme summation of all this love, never vain when achieved (and it is), lies in the joyful acceptance of ones own Buddha nature, when on comprehending the nature of paradox, we wake from our own shadows and oblivion in full ecstasy saying: “Now I know myself,” or enough to know wholeness never left, it was simply misplaced in the world-weary indifference of Emperor Severus: omnia fui, nihil expedit – I was all things; all was worthless. Daniel Hero in the style of Fernando Pessoa.
Platitude, n. The fundamental element and special glory of popular literature. A thought that snores in words that smoke. The wisdom of a million fools in the diction of a dullard. A fossil sentiment in artificial rock. A moral without the fable. All that is mortal of departed truth. A demi-tasse of milk and morality. The pope’s nose of a featherless peacock. A jelly fish withering on the shore of the sea of thought. The cackle surviving the egg. A desiccated epigram. Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary
Asshole, n. The fundamental test and proving ground of humanity. A pile of feces dressed up and shambling across the countryside, leaking. The distillation of billions of years of bad behavior. The mistake that cannot solve itself. The example that isn’t. The reconciliation of infinite self loathing and limited years of existence. Your ticket to another trip around the wheel of life. The primary reason the devil has slept in late since the dawn of creation, that is to say, delegation. The last remaining man on Earth. Or woman. Only an asshole discriminates based on gender. Daniel Hero, Hero’s Dictionary
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Boys and girls!
Bitches and bitchettes from around the world!
We are Smokey Joe and The Kid
And we wanna introduce you to the most angriest man in the world
And his name is MysDi-
Wait, wait, wait, wait-
What the hell is going on with this angry man shit, man!?
You lot know I’m not an angry man!
My teeth are always shining just like my forehead, man
How could you say that to me?
What? Nah, it’s just- nah I don’t know, sometimes when I get the right beat
You know- (Yeah) I might react like a, um, I don’t know-
Savage on attack
Travel ground like a camel with a saddle on his back
And he sounds like some rabid type of animal on tracks
Camera’s wanna flash to capture when he channel’s what you lack (Yrah!)
Mid demolition is a comfort zone
In Dubai turning the worlds tallest buildings into bungalows
Candy arse suckers know who’s had the bars undertoe
Attacking mother lovers like an angry Mark Ruffalo
Walking atom blast, avalanching on the ones below
You and your army have to march or you’re cover’s blown
Your team freeze like they struck a pose
While I generate the type of heat to make it seem as if summer’s cold
They all wonder though, how this guy be tamed?
Quite insane with a menacing type of frame
If fire blazed he ignited the flame
That’s why his brain might be blamed for climate change
But I’m a nice guy really
And even if you don’t wanna believe that shit (ha-ha)
Still a pleasure to meet you, yeah
You can see that I’m a nice guy clearly
That might be quick to hit that switch
But- uhm, only if I need to (yeah)
See, I’m a nice guy really
And even if you don’t wanna believe that shit (ha-ha)
Still a pleasure to meet you (yeah)
You can see that I’m a nice guy clearly
That might be a little quick to hit that switch
But- uhm, only if I need to (yeah, ha-ha)
So let me know it you’re ready for the madness
Was given the prescription but never got the tablets
Meant to take the medication, couldn’t get it from the cabinet
Now I’m a grizzly bear with a message for you campers
Snatch that plate and that cake but wait
What’s in that bag mate? I’ll grab that in case and aye
Don’t bother rile up, like an honest liar
I’ll leave u stranded, pop your tires then start a damn forest fire
Hot wiring to get in a lane
Never again to be got in so remember the name
Medics are saying that I’m bonkers, to hell with their claims
Severe these chains that I’m locked in for mental escape
Walk the thin line between pleasure and pain
Leaving cracks in concrete every step of the way
Anywhere there’s silence getting buried in sirens
En route from the mental asylum (he-he-he)
But I’m a nice guy really
And even if you don’t wanna believe that shit (ha-ha)
Still a pleasure to meet you, yeah
You can see that I’m a nice guy clearly
That might be quick to hit that switch
But- uhm, only if I need to (yeah)
See, I’m a nice guy really
And even if you don’t wanna believe that shit (ha-ha)
Still a pleasure to meet you (yeah)
You can see that I’m a nice guy clearly
That might be a little quick to hit that switch
But- uhm, only if I need to (yeah, ha-ha)
