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I have never said my piece

To strong men and to kings

And my eyes they sweep the ground

When their tragedies are unwound

And the tragedy is how they’ve ruined little things

 

You dress up in red lipstick

For a date with providence

And every set of eyes is a possible expense

Every new set of arms a residence

But passion turns to violence

And you pin your hope to wings

The tragedy’s the same

they’ve ruined little things

 

And a weak little man stands

In the corner doing what he can

Helpless to stop brutality

Not ever good for you or me

And soon it comes as sure as if he had the flu

He comes to love his abuser too

 

And as sure as he’s helpless

The boy he learns to sing

Anther lament of a life ill spent

They’ve ruined little things

 

 

The Plague

You have your bulky joy

You wear your youth like yarn

Piss mordant till you dye

It keeps your skin from harm

 

The smoke was once alive

In yellow plaster’s pores

Nostalgic from the wounds

Love has too many sores

 

And when the plague it came

We measured its hours too

The worst things about man

Turned out to be virtues

 

We once invented need

In the pre-pandemic dens

Like strangers on TV

We see ourselves back then

 

A life force is absorbed

In the city’s coming squall

This is how you love now

If you can love at all

Ghost and Hemispheres Cover Vol. 2I have just released my eighth novel, also known as Volume 2 of my seventh novel. The Ghost and the Hemispheres follows several generations of a Central American family as they experience a coffee boom, civil war, ethnic strive, a communist revolution and its aftermath. As the historical drama unfolds, everybody in the small town of Ascension is suffering from some sort of existential disorder that threatens their very concept of self, being and consciousness.

Volume 2 follows Patroclus Evers, scion of a once legendary family of coffee growers, as he leaves home and goes to the city to study medicine. Very quickly, he falls under the sway of radical students, poets and priests. Yet his dedication to social change is conflicted. From childhood, he has been haunted by feelings that there is another version of himself haunting the world. This person is not only an existential threat. Patroclus also fears that this other him might be enjoying life a lot more.

Volume 2 also follows his aunt Pepa through her own version of capitalist success and downfall, as she seeks the sexual validation of wealthy men, all to spurn the one man she couldn’t have.

The novel is now available in e-book form only, and only on Amazon.com. I hope to release a paperback version through Amazon’s platform next year.

The cover painting and design are by my friend Corey Brian Sanders.

The Future

It was in the Times

The future is looking worse

Racial strife. Illness. Hate

No.

The future is not looking worse

It will look better

When we stop lying

About what the past was

Timeless

The year was 1911. The movie camera was new

And when it captured the young old souls

In the pinned frames and licked their faces

Onto emulsion, the timeless New York jaywalker

Paid his debt

To posterity by showing,

Abreast the speeding cars,

He still didn’t give two fucks

My New Album

Golem Vs. DuendeIn a few weeks, I will release my 23rd album, Golem Vs. Duende. It comprises 10 movements of microtonal experiments and musique concrète.

For this new album, I took iPhone samples of my home environment and the New York City subway; it employs the percussive use of scissors, pots and pans, fences, doors, escalators and all other sorts of found objects that allow me to play the wannabe microtones my piano and guitar would not. I just recently discovered Maestro Harry Partch and his ingenious system of tones. However, I have not developed my own musical notation system nor have I built my own instruments with 43 pitches per octave. So I had to make due with playing the non-instruments around me. Then I mixed back into it my more traditional melodies on piano and synthesizer.

If I were to continue on this course, I would likely move it back around to pop music or work the approach into some type of roots music. I don’t have the musical training, but I have strategies. If this is your first time listening to my music, I should remind you that I’m all over the map, and that most of these experiments feed my alternative rock albums.

In this time of despair, I still see endless possibility. Though my family feels a little cooped up during the quarantine, we are creative and have plenty of things to do at home. So that’s what I’m going to depend on in these crazy times: My imagination.

The album was composed and performed by me at my home studio (and on location) in early 2020. I also did the cover art.

Listen to a sample of the album here:

You Cut A Cloud

The rain cleans your wound
A stab made into the body of luck
An impossible good shank
And all it did was bleed nothing
You lost a thousand words
From your living steak

And the wind lifted the girl’s hair
Mellow, nothing in her brain
But the surprise of knowing
Your put a bunch of your dreams in her

You freed and oppressed her with
Your violence
You cut a cloud
And she lived in your rain

And you hope in your wordless despair
Hope she’ll miss you and the pain

I feel like my posts from the last couple of days have been incomplete, and suggested that people were exaggerating the impact of the coronavirus. I do think it’s wrong to panic, but that doesn’t mean I think you should ignore advice to stay inside. Your risk of dying might be small, but by congregating, you are increasing the risk to more vulnerable populations. I myself am going out for items like groceries, usually during periods where there aren’t a lot of people around.

Don’t panic. Be safe. Keep social distance. And then feel free to enjoy my advice about not panicking during the markets.

Molecule–*This story on gut microbes will have you talking about all the wrong things when it comes to the coronavirus.

–*These people who would have drunk bleach for the coronavirus luckily had already died because of some other stupid thing they did.

–*Bad advice about the coronavirus has now become airborne.

–*These six women couldn’t agree on their book club title. So the book club broke up, and they all survived the coronavirus.

–*This guy ate shellfish and his face swelled up. It has nothing to do with the coronavirus, but it is a pretty cool picture.

–*Self-quarantining is undoubtedly the best way to protect not only yourself but also vulnerable communities. And what better way to show your love of humanity than by being a reclusive, selfish bastard?

–*If you have a dry cough and flu-like symptoms, Emily Post’s new etiquette book suggests that you stay far away from Emily Post.

–*Jean-Paul Sartre said hell is other people. Yes.

–*Remember that panic is also contagious, so check in with a health care specialist to find out more about whether or not you are really panicking.

–*Home schooling is a great way to discover how much you are underpaying teachers.

–*Here’s a list of celebrities who aren’t dead.

–*Coronavirus has upended the way we understand health care, our economy, statistics, arcade games, Hot Wheels cars, kelp, mayonnaise, Christmas trees, the Wu Tang Clan, the Oedipus Complex, butter …

–*But some things about America are resilient, even amid a pandemic: Our political attitudes magically don’t change.