I don't dither within nor do i twitter, facebook or puke now do i sit here and contemplate the all encompassing everything of everything of you.
Author: fargokantrowitz
This Is the World That I Know – j.Kantor
This is the world that I know of. This is the world that I know. This is the only world that I know of. This is the only world that I know. How come, this thing, this thing, that we know. This thing that we know always need be changed? For this is the world … Continue reading This Is the World That I Know – j.Kantor
from This is a Short Story of Desperation – Albert Jones
for you. Write the shit in my mind, because you thought that you would want to get out of your mind more than you did when you were alive, but you didn't. You died silent. But don't worry, Christians say that is the only way to die, silent and solemn. Then you dream well. Do … Continue reading from This is a Short Story of Desperation – Albert Jones
Babel – j. Kantor
Babel. It’s all babble. I mean Babel. As in Tower of Babel. We’ve built our tower and the higher up we get, the less we understand one another. The thieves have taken up roosts in the new nesting places. Come on in. They look just like the honest ones before them. That new … Continue reading Babel – j. Kantor
Just Do It – Albert
Just Do It by Albert Jones Get yourself out of the mess. If perchance you succeed then help others ever after to do the same. Help one person knowing that by doing so you are helping many people. Let economic love grow. Do not force it or try to manipulate it. Let it show … Continue reading Just Do It – Albert
A Poem by Albert Jones
Needing to know beyond what knowledge, needing not me, lays down like rags before me I feel again instead of see. Having always seen, always supposedly known, knowledge anew tells me I've not but been tethered to a big brown ball lowing groans and smoking, rounding the linelessness of what-might-be illumination, sun gowned, maybe, real … Continue reading A Poem by Albert Jones
finnegans wake by james joyce
from swerve of shore to bendof bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back toHowth Castle and Environs. Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen-core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggyisthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: norhad topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselseto Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumperall the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe totauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had akidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair invanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot apeck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and roryend to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface. The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-nuk!) … Continue reading finnegans wake by james joyce
The Inherent Magic -fargo kantrowitz-
Steinbeck was a good writer.
Riverrun past Eve and Adams…
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