Writers? A Murder of Crows Had a thing here this evening. Everybody present. S’great. You got to keep watch all the time, keep the predators away from prey. Twice I had to rescue Nathanael West from Sylvia Plath. She had that thin-lip teeth-deep-inside look going. I gave him a whiskey sour and she moved on. Barthelme was weeping again. Best to leave him alone when he’s like that. Otherwise you get too many minimalist paragraphs of extravagant grief. Nearly had to shoot Beckett. Damn good looking cuss. Women line up to wait for him. Useless to tell them he has the IQ of a turnip. Kafka died again. He always has to top Camus. Messy messy, as usual. Had some fine drinks with the two F’s, Scott and Bill, tied with me for the worst first novels in history. (Thurber’s Henry James screech doesn’t count.) Willa Cather took off her top. At least Kafka didn’t have to see that. Then things got ugly between me and JJ, the fake one-eyed wonder, when I told him I’d written a cosmology bigger than...
The physical aspect of the mind at work … The state of the nation at this point is terminal. As far as I know I’m the only one who fully understands why this is so, because I’m the only one who has devoted a writing life so continuously to the subject of human consciousness. It’s only now that we can finally see the symptoms that demonstrate what is really wrong with the people who are responsible for leading civilization through the storms and rapids of our times. They are suffering from profound impairments of consciousness. In point of fact, almost everyone is, including the people who are emotionally and intellectually on ‘our side’. There are three distinct U.S. populations coming sharply into focus one calendar year before the make or break decisions of November 2024. All three are impaired. Mathematically, each of these can be considered a set. There’s the set which is engaged compulsively in a civilization-level process of murder-suicide. Their actions are so...
The Ultimate Conspiracy Theory She’s ba-a-ack! 20-25K years old and taking over again. Yes, I have a theory. I’ll present it in overview here, at greater length elsewhere, as a satirical fantasy rather than an academic dissertation. That doesn’t mean it’s untrue. It means I’m picking a medium more accessible than a scholarly peer-reviewed publication whose subscribers don’t even read it. It’s also more realistic than compiling footnotes from sources I’ve read and studied in some detail but don’t physically possess anymore and therefore won’t be quoting from. None of them has figured out what I’ve figured out anyway. I’ve said before that all writing is fiction, which is also true. The ones who have the hardest time learning and understanding that are, ironically, scholars and academics. Why you can never trust what they say. The best way to read fiction is, as everyone knows, giving the writer your willing suspension of disbelief. Not that much to ask really. Understanding ...
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