Stretching

I’ve in the last week picked up a copy of a book composed by Timothy Leary and associates back in 1994, two years before Leary’s death in 1996, and around the time when I was imbedded in the post-psychedelic New Age culture of art and speculation that nested in and around Santa Fe, New Mexico. […]

At Work

At Work Put yourself in a box, a tin can, an official one. Make lists. Count inventory. Walk the aisles, dreaming art and poetry only at night and on weekends. Watch the light going out. Take notes with a short pencil on a yellow pad: “This is where I left my mind, in this particular […]

It’s a Good Time for Doctor Strange

(upon leaving Santa Fe) The darkness intensifies The mountain no longer calls me up Fall has arrived The world descends into chaos Syrian women screaming at the gates Children drowning When we invented the internet (The children of psychedelia) We rejoiced to think the world was saved Through communication And good will Peace. Love. Music […]