Tell Me the Secret of Wampum
Other night I decided to mess with an AI research agent to see what kind of details it could point me towards concerning wampum, a goofy-corny childhood play term we used to use. Actually, it was a reverential term in the native American language of the tribes local to my formative region, coastal and inland New Jersey. These people called themselves “Lenapi”.
Music I’ve Loved : 11
Music from the edge of Pre-History: Peter Pringle’s researches into and deep love for the ancient bardic heritages of Sumeria and Egypt….
Buying Things
Tell me… am I thinking too much? Or can we make a real sacrament out of the debris of the everyday unwakeful routine?
Amazon Warehouse: hell on Earth
An Offering
Sort of a haiku, a haiku in spirit. I liked the rhythmic flow with each line having exactly six syllables, so left it that way…
Sharon’s proffered bosom
Fragrant without perfume
From years of honest toil
_______RS
[ Image : excerpt from an abstract nude ] (link)
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A Dream (2026/08/02)
True account to the best of my recall. (Because the memory function rapidly deteriorates immediately upon crossing the membrane from sleeping to waking — the sudden influx of sensory inputs taxes one’s will in an overpowering way.) Note: look here to see other dream narrations within this series.
Lupine Covenant
each June it’s fulfilled
even when all have forgotten
while the sun yet loves
the blue lupines wake
infesting the barren hills
as though they’re laughing
_______RS
Notes: Since relocating to Quebec these blue lupines have become one of my favorite wildflowers, offering themselves up to their sun god in erotic multitudes of devotion on hillsides along the freeways. But I am told they proliferate all the way down to Texas and in the uplands of California. And even in wild Iceland, as this staggering photo from Colin Watts attests.
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So Strong, Almost
Where Life Comes From
Ossified Epoch
Steven Pinker gives talks, graces panels, and writes popular intellctual tomes peppered with statistical graphs devoted to arguing how the Age of Reason, despite illusory appearances, is right on track ushering us forwards to the least dangerous, most progressive, and objectively flourishing period in human history. What a clueless prick.
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