excerpts from Abouet and Oubrerie’s “Aya” — Wash a dog’s eyes one day it’ll bite you I’ve come here today to cast out all evil spirits! For us black people France is a land of pain, not plenty She’s got a hard heart, dêh! You’re not wanted What a hungry belly! In the Name of Jesus, I rebuke you! I’ve…

Is it possible? — the impossible is possible but you must know the impossible 2 find the possibility the impossible is in relation with the possible even as their relationship is not possible but if it is impossible then it is possible so why always obsess on what’s possible never, what’s impossible when what’s possible is very small petty little…

excerpts from O’Donnell & Romero’s “Modesty Blaise” — Far away in another time the flung beach-bag unsights Roderic Modesty dives low thanks for looking after me, princess when you can’t move in quietly you need a good noisy distraction hope Willie remembers we’re playing for keeps when a man goes down he has to stay down Willie’s surprise attack is…

how to lose yourself — Self, rest in yours — vast emptiness in nowhere to go nothing to do no body no mind | silence, is this there’s nothing 2 reach there’s nothing 2 create there’s nothing 2 change there’s nothing 2 control there’s nothing 2 attain there’s no need 2 even believe it is sacred know this notice you are not waiting expecting striving you may have heard such things but do not speak of it, be this is…

This is perfect, peace — peace is your fragrance found unbound in silence as you are — bask in this, you unchanging inside all changefulness no need to believe when you know this resting place w/in your own “happy your sef!” awareness never came can’t go just is, so marinate your mind in it even as being pushed by all noise is none-sense world making suffering past & future terrors steal your present stillness vast &…

excerpts from James Baldwin’s “The Fire Next Time” — Time catches up with kingdoms in the twinkling of an eye that suffering and dancing country morally bankrupt and politically unstable their dimes and quarters merciless formulation for generations predictable wishful distortions spiritual aridity of my life conscious blacks, who must, like lovers all your lives insist on, or create, the consciousness of…

excerpts from A. R. Luria’s “The Mind of a Mnemonist” — the psychology laboratory devoted to the study of one man S’s phenomenal memory he lives in a web of transactions things he wished to forget while conversing with him found herself in a strange wonderland experienced synesthetic reactions of light and color when he listened to someone’s voice literal senses…

who you already are — be, no longer vested in petty existence, no, too, to lofty goals grandiose delusions such as thinking — if you don’t hold on to as much matter as you can then, you don’t matter fools you false security for a person thinking all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts of I addiction to this defines you egoholic, mortgaged to the system…

What does it taste like? — we are about a million sleeping giants on this globe, all daydreaming another world is here we invite it into possibility even though clueless, we can’t work out how to hold it — invocate — in place vertical vibration eludes us needs constancy, one focus intention, an awakening for our very selves since we have to be the ones we are waiting…