New Prose

I sit in my place, comfortable and safe, and I listen to music that casually mocks my existence. I sit here, I always end up sitting here - and the problem remains: what can you make of this life? It is beyond me. That I know God sits above the circle of the earth doesn't help me understand? That I... Sign in to see full entry.

As we go on, as the years roll, and we age on, the days and nights continue in their course. Things take on a sameness: the nights, both winter and summer nights, are alike. There is a consistency to these things. As I age, I do tire more easily, and the same factors are there. Tonight the earth is... Sign in to see full entry.

I haven't necessarily been sleeping, but I have been out of the loop. For the past sixteen years I have been drinking to excess, and I have not followed any of the more popular news for a long time - I glance over the Guardian Weekly and LMD, but consider news to be one long strain of the same kind... Sign in to see full entry.

Remedial are the recurring problems of this world. If you would say a good tree bears good fruit, then you’d be right. Most leaders are broadly responsible in their leadership. So what’s the problem? Why do these recurring mistakes keep being made? One is that the compound problems encountered by... Sign in to see full entry.

The problems of this world are remedial. The same mistakes of injustice and greed and vice are commited over and over again. It's not complicated: governments need to govern with justice and equity - the problems of this world are black and white: a choice between right and wrong. In Britain there... Sign in to see full entry.

There is an urge within this world, an itch. When you are young you wish to change things. Since the world is a leviathan fucker, this is natural. To want to change things is good. However around the age of 30, you become part of the problem you were seeking to change – good job, marriage, children,... Sign in to see full entry.

These days of metropolis cities, of media, of the mega rich and the starving poor. These days. These days of no character and no tradition. These days of pop culture, and the worship of surface. These days and none other. These days of perversity and greed. These days of willful sin, and willful... Sign in to see full entry.

Are there any anymore? Any who can raise a light, an interest? I don’t see anyone at all. The lights who inspired me are now aging men and women: gypped out of the game by time and decay. Candy-assed hypocrisy now rules the limelight – the last of any kind of light has passed, and we are left with... Sign in to see full entry.

It amazes me – all power in this world, and all large and great concerns are built upon very small things. How small do we consider things such as childhood or adolescence – these are considered something irrelevant in the world at large, yet are the building blocks of all things. How scoffed at... Sign in to see full entry.

I stayed on, too long, and I gave up when the girls just wouldn’t do it anymore: wouldn’t awaken any interest. The girls now are blanks: I guess before they were only a little more than blanks – anyway, now there’s completely nothing. So, that’s it – the media hellhole has finally robbed humanity of... Sign in to see full entry.