Cesspool of Dreams

It always starts with the whispers. Voiceless premonitions - indications - intuitions - that something is bubbling up from the cesspool of the mind.  That I'm about to fall down.  Down..  Down... Into the shit. Sometimes the pool swirls in silent rage.  Breaths quicken, limbs twitch, thoughts run and yell and scream.  A possession of …

Poets and Monks

Poets and monks do have a communal role in American culture, which alternately ignores, romanticizes, and despises them.  In our relentlessly utilitarian society, structuring a life around writing is as crazy as structuring a life around prayer, yet that is what writers and monks do.  Deep down, people seem glad to know that monks are …