What do you want to write?
If you ever ask this question, try asking a second one:
What do you want to read?
What do you want to read that you simply cannot find anywhere else?
Once you know the answer, write it. Write the shit that you want to read.
Actually no, not that.
Write the shit you are hungry to read, desperate to read, the shit that you cannot find on the internet, in the depths of your countless books, even in your own journals.
As long and hard as you look, there is that one area that…
If we’re ever going to build utopias out there in the world, we first need to build them in here, with the constructive powers of our minds and hearts.
Utopia begins with our metaphysics: our deepest beliefs about reality and existence. These beliefs determine all of our actions and behaviours, and the worlds we create, discover and navigate when we wake up each day. If we come to truly believe in our freedom and connectedness, our beauty, creativity and empowerment, then we will begin to manifest an external world that reflects those beliefs.
The mind is the forerunner of all…
Our guide on this journey will be the legendary psychologist Carl Gustav Jung.
Did you know that, by some accounts, a single poetry reading kickstarted the sixties counterculture revolution?
The Six Poets at the Six Gallery.
October 7, 1955. San Francisco.
“It was the poetry slam to end all slams.”
In a garage converted into an art gallery, six young and unknown poets read their work to around 150 people:
Philip Lamantia, Michael McClure, Allen Ginsberg, Gary Snyder, Phil Whalen, Kenneth Rexroth, and Jack Kerouac.
Central to the evening was the first ever public reading of Allen Ginsberg’s 22-minute poem Howl. …
Odyssey of a mystery, life is held in jacket potatoes, oven baked crisp
to the brim of receiptful doubt, pious is love as a thrush pleading in mid-air
electrochemical bells sound, unison clasped to present truth as honesty, labour force driven north
demystifying 60’s LSD trips, music moved as vibrations penetrating into the essential core
of metaphysics, freedom and liberty; expression was taped to reproduce history with a pick
deconstructing language, syntax adds grammar and double negatives hoard paradoxes
crowding the passageway to the Colosseum, Rome rose up in furious distention
evaporating noise to drown out sorry hearts…
We stood in a circle, watching the dancers in the middle. One of them produced a red scarf, long and bright, and began to wave and twirl it before our eyes. The other dancers were transfixed and started following the scarf’s every flicker and movement through the space. They reached for it, they flowed with it, they moved around it like beasts on their hands and feet. One by one, people from the circle — the “audience” — were drawn in, trailing the scarf and acting out all kinds of theatrical scenarios (tugs of war, chases, mummifications) in their quest…
lands the nuclear hammer on your unsuspecting soul
and the sorry lies you told yourself are pulverised
the edifice of certainty implodes into the burning void
forces descend on every particle of your blinking being
fusing them one by one by two by four
into nuclei of dreamstate seedbuds
opening without resistance into the gaping fertile void
the frequency of love is synthesised
by an old modular behemoth in the backroom of the kosmos
hunched over by a bearded guru from a distant and rusted multiverse
twiddling a billion knobs to tune the beaming waves thru the pulsing centre
What do u need to hear right now?
Nothing? That’s a shame.
It makes these words excessive,
like the annoying relative who describes everything beautiful
in a torrent of mindless words
while scarcely ever stopping to actually take it in — absorb it — like some elixir prepared by a God who prefers to remain anonymous —
and can you blame them?
They are bound to receive a lot of lengthy complaints
about the construction of existence!
Who was it?
A cowboy builder who stumbled on the gemstones
of infinite manifestation?
The schoolgirl in the kitchen
Coming up to a decade of meditation, I’ve collected a good number of hacks along the way — all geared towards establishing as deep, rich and effective a meditation practice as possible. Here they are! You might want to follow this with a notebook and write down the points you’d like to try. Best of luck!
DARC = Deep Adaptation Research Community / Dharma and Radical Consciousness / Dream Awareness Restoration Council / Driveling Acid Rant Club. Click here to read as a PDF.
In this issue:
Collapse outside is collapse within. The world of the fearful adult holds the the world of the innocent child in a stranglehold. Your life is crumbling. Your future is in ashes. Everything is in pieces. Celebrate! Now you can play with them! Put them back together in a million different ways — paint with them…
Magical Realist. Metamodern Beat.