Truth

I cannot help remembering a remark of De Casseres. It was over the wine in Mouquin's. Said he: "The profoundest instinct in man is to war against the truth; that is, against the Real. He shuns facts from his infancy. His life is a perpetual evasion. Miracle, chimera and to-morrow keep him alive. He lives on fiction and myth. It is the Lie that makes him free. Animals alone are given the privilege of lifting the veil of Isis; men dare not. The animal, awake, has no fictional escape from the Real because he has no imagination. Man, awake, is compelled to seek a perpetual escape into Hope, Belief, Fable, Art, God, Socialism, Immortality, Alcohol, Love. From Medusa-Truth he makes an appeal to Maya-Lie."

—Jack London, The Mutiny of the Elsinore

Fade

Tides Turn

Moth-wing,
tender leaf,
hearts-sound-
barrier breaks,
light quakes,
dark Pacific
to high Blues
boulder to pearl
dirt to diamond
ashes to empire
it turns,
star-seeded.


k.m.

Algol, Invocation

To draw your open gaze from the zenith of the heavens, sister Gorgon, undefeated always, even in death, a weapon. Come in.

Next Week

Lucky

Maybe it was some kind of a lucky charm, or talisman to whomever had dropped it. It must be. Yes, starting today things would begin to change.