Today is ‘black’ Thursday, when white American give thanks for the lies they have committed, the lies they have perpetuated. Your country, your home, your table, and everything on it was stolen with their blood, […]

Today is ‘black’ Thursday, when white American give thanks for the lies they have committed, the lies they have perpetuated. Your country, your home, your table, and everything on it was stolen with their blood, […]
Age, in Anglo-Saxon Protestant women and men, stereotypically suggests conservatism as chauvinism, cowardice disguised as belligerence, intolerance in veiled response of guarded impotence, prejudice in painful imbecility, all encouraged and promoted in the authoritarian myth […]
Et vous pensiez me connaître… Mon art, si je peux me permettre, est hyper-subjectif, évitant l’interprétation objective. Comme le point de vue détermine la perception, la perception détermine la croyance et la croyance détermine la […]
Je ne crois pas au brûlure desorcières. Sorcières sontredoutés pour leur souveraineté,Gaea plutôt que Zion a accordé,terre non empoisonnée, inviolée,plutôt que violé en paterniténom mythiquement héroïque.Brûlez plutôt vos croix.
I do not believe in theburning of witches. Witchesare feared for their sovereignty,Gaea rather than Zion granted,earth left unpoisoned, inviolate,rather than raped in paternity’smythologically heroic name.Burn, instead, your crosses.
There is no good and bad, just balance and imbalance. Ironically, that balance is not purely symmetrical, but in the ratio of 1:1.618. It is in that discrepancy wherein lies beauty. The perfect may be […]
Quand une pierre pénètre sans y être invitéele calme de votre étang, avalez-la sans résistance –généreusement, gracieusement – enveloppez-la,laissez-la atteindre votre profondeur sans entrave,pour rejoindre toutes les autres pierres quise sont réfugiées dans votre étreinte.|
In an unfamiliar city, with friends of whomever I was accompanying, but unknown to me, feeling an intruder in conversations not my own, I went for a walk. Leaving the more well-to-do neighbourhood of my […]
S’ils sont gentils dans le plaisir et scrupuleux dans la louange, le plaisir est un caprice du temps, car le temps est jeune ; et la louange est une vantardise du temps, car le temps […]
In exile, the only certain Welshman living in a hundred-plus-year-old adobe, only miles from the Mexican border with New Mexico, my language still intact, North Welsh, my cast iron griddle kept on the stovetop for […]