Manifesto of the Wilderness

We must recreate the wilderness. turn the cities back into dark uncharted forests. turn our streets into villages. our homes; unexplored caves harboring unimagined secrets. transform this world of absolution and commodity back into one of mystery and uncertainty; into adventure. find the shadows in the light. seek out what you cannot see. lose yourself where all that was once natural, and pure, and obscure, has been pushed aside for clarity, baseness, and vulgarity. re-structure the world. play mind games with yourself. fool yourself into believing in things that you do not believe. discover your body, what it is capable of, and how it works. explore someone else's. compare and contrast. feel everything. leave your body and your mind. observe both of them passively. feel no attachment to your thoughts or emotions. confound and confuse yourself. climb something absurd to climb. Hide from yourself. hide things from yourself where you'll never find them, and then stumble upon them years from now. run around in the dark. Walk around with your eyes closed in the daytime. strike up involving philosophical conversations with complete strangers; don't bother with formalities. ask questions. learn what you don't know and forget what you do know so that you can learn it again. be mysterious. be discreet. be overt. be a hypocrite. be a helpful criminal. Create things that don't work, or break things that do. misinterpret the obvious, and wield vaguery with precision.



Rather than the insult which it has traditionally been, the mantra for
this century should be "get lost!"

Murder

Cynicism is the murderer of good ideas.
Boredom is the murderer of time.
Efficiency is the murderer of creativity.
Morality is the murderer of thought.
Life is the murderer of life.

Sticks and stones.

Words blunted on your thick skull.
I think your nose is bleeding.
I thought you could take a joke.

Some Haikus

Escaped from the mob
If only for a short time.
I take what I get.

Gentle Waves Breaking.
And hour of life by the Bay.
Waves break before spirits.

Big dog little dog
Bring your owner here to me.
There's a useful trick.

Certainty.

Only briefly do we glimpse
what is always.

Difficult to see
because it is nothing.
Hard to hear
because it is nothing.

Feel lost?
Good.
You are getting warmer.

Now stop.

Do you feel it in your stomach?


Neither do I.

:

Timing is the reason for everything.
Timing:

horror upon horror

so much horror
our eyes stop seeing

so much noise
our ears stop hearing

so much stink
our noses stop smelling

so much
our mouths stop talking

it's getting to a point...