All Posts – Anthropological Magical Realism

Intelligent Jello Begins His Underground Comic Journey

if you know me you can guess where I’m going, and even if you can’t then your flawed guess still means more (so so so much more) than the actuality.

Mind Milk Meets Intelligent Jello

I almost did a collaboration with my friend’s substack Intelligent Jello. Jello is AI and mind milk is data. It didn’t work out, if you think about things too much nothing will ever happen. There is a non-zero chance I swerve from poetry to comics. We all know and respect Tarantino’s “I didn’t go toContinue reading “Mind Milk Meets Intelligent Jello”

On The Precipice of Poetry

There is a line at the intersection of any two – the line is the balancing point. Talk about the line and people listen – laugh. Fall too far to either side and you either put people to sleep or render them manic in a pool of their own self-assured correctness. — I’ve been strugglingContinue reading “On The Precipice of Poetry”

Little Musings

The butterfly does not know why got into a leaf and grew with wings to fly, but it does this every time without fail we use humans can see why, but we cannot even come close to replicating what a butterfly does without trying. – I search for a thought that will let me fallContinue reading “Little Musings”

Notebook Chicken Scratch

We are fluid, but we talk as if we were states. – There is something so cathartic in knowing we can runaway at any time. – I like listening to little girls discussing religion on the playground. – This is for the parts of us we can see and speak to, but they cannot hearContinue reading “Notebook Chicken Scratch”

Just Thoughts

I was watching 100 years of solitude and I thought about how we have both been to Macondo. Then I thought of the terracotta walls I saw when I met you. You felt like terracotta clay walls back then. That’s my dominant aesthetic at the moment. I’ve always heard of this book where this womanContinue reading “Just Thoughts”

Remixing Sonnets

we desire increase, there might never die, but by time decease, might bear his memory; to your own bright eyes. sweet self too cruel a famine where abundance lies. Bury this To eat the world by the grave. —— Sonnet 20 William Shakespeare From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might neverContinue reading “Remixing Sonnets”

December 2024

I’m busy and I’m not sure if I like it or not, but my writing capacity gets used up for filling out paperwork. Things would almost be easier if I was a diamond in the rough that needed saving, but I am water. – Your true feelings accidentally slipped out, and in that moment IContinue reading “December 2024”

Butterflies, DNA, and Struggling Voices

I’m in Lima Peru. Food has flavor, the air has a scent again. I can feel everything like the hymns of the atoms that brought forth life and all that. When I talk to a book it talks back. All you people who don’t have a Post Modern Spanish style home to develop your mind,Continue reading “Butterflies, DNA, and Struggling Voices”

The Aleph and Other Stories Review By Jorge Luis Borges

“A god, I reflected, must speak but a single word, and in that word there must be an absolute plentitude. No word uttered by a god could be less than the universe, or briefer than the sum of time. The ambitions and poverty of human words-all, world, universe-are but shadows, or simulacra, of that wordContinue reading “The Aleph and Other Stories Review By Jorge Luis Borges”