Hookers or Cake

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I'm too wacky to be hip.

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    ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

    ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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    • February 11, 2011 9:00 am
      happytits:  Admit it your just high! If not explain what the hell that Katy Perry post is all about.

      I seem to be explaining myself a lot lately so sure why not?

      I like to use the passing celebrity culture in my writing to act as a kind of reference point because we all know it. It transcends cultures or I assume it does if your on the internet. Sure I could use the Mulamadhyamakakarika-ding-dong or some fancy reference but I’ve found that in using absurdity and pop references, people are more susceptible to the larger unconscious idea. In other-words my writing may not initially be understand but like a recipe it hopefully informs ones unconsciousness or dreams (ingredients) to make delicious snacks in the fire of waking consciousness.

      Besides Katy Perry has a nice rack and a lot of people hate her. She exists in our shared psyche as a symbol. Not a concrete symbol but one open to many interpretations both of ugliness and of beauty. I like to have fun with this state.  So I use her as a vehicle to point to that which is beyond symbols. An unknown known pointing towards the ultimate unknown. If its successful the vehicle itself becomes unstable through teasing out its inherent contradictory nature. And if it works, transparency and the void is thusly seen. 

      This Katy Perry piece didn’t really work for me btw - but hey ya can’t be afraid to fail… and who knows perhaps later it’ll turn into delicious cookies for someone.

      In short I’m trying use pop culture and absurd humor to transcend rational thought and point to a deeper reality that cannot be spoken of. Of course I’m not conscious of this when I write it all out, its just a byproduct from meditating for 12 years on old Family Circus cartoons.

      The simplest explanation for my writing is… I’m making cookies for god.

      And by god I mean the eternal, blameless, devouring whore that is the entirety of all consciousness. And even if you dont’ care about all of that… hey free cookies.

      I hope that clears things up! =)

      1. jscottgrand said: Rock on, my friend. Rock on.
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