I am a composite of disjointed fragments. My arms are: my legs are: my hands are: my face is: Me Of course, my head is more me than my arms, legs, or hands. Imagine two of me. Perfect replication. Would I fuck me? Would I sexualize me? My hands? Yes. My arms? Yes. My legs? Oh, yes. I already do. My arms, my legs, my hands. Those parts that are less me. But my face? That is too me. It […]
Life and breath are precious gifts that do not keep. Scars and memories wrinkle in time You can be here, and still be gone. a bird’s wing; a mountain; hacking away. “And it dawned in me: ‘I could eat you alive.’” We’re not forever. We are universal. Don’t let words take that from us.
Rumi, the 13th century Persian poet and Sufi mystic, often wrote about ecstasy. He saw ecstasy in all things. He saw it in love, in nature, in people, in music, in Allah. He believed that ecstasy was divine, that it not only flowed from the divine but it connected us to it (tawhid). For him, music, poetry, and dance were stairways to divinity and spiritual paths in their own right. The whirling dervishes are his most iconic contribution to this tradition. They are […]
Be down to earth. Recognize that the people who interact with your content are real people with real opinions, and that all the content, the images, and the backlinks must not be a ploy to generate desirable marketing outcomes, but rather enrich the reader’s experience.
The shining difference, the aegis behind which straight men can do all this without compromising their heterosexuality or masculinity, is comedy. They laugh, they hoot, they holler, they touch, they look, and any intimation of sex is hidden behind comedy.
There is a stark difference between writing with the public in mind and writing with a public in mind. The difference centers on intention. The first aims at form, grace, and intelligibility through honesty; the other at store windows and ingratiation. The latter is characterized by half-truth and frills. Honesty is just an embellishment, bled and dessicated by Ego for display. Ego serves up honesty with all the flaccid pomp of a luxury item: preserved, waxed and laid out with […]
I do have a pretty solid repository of digital tools and reflections that facilitated my freelancing.
I want to share them here with you.