As a young man I read an essay by Sigmund Freud called “The Uncanny” that continues to ripen and haunt me year-after-year as I am continually pressed to re-examine the realm of ghosts as wish fulfillment, how unrequited love compels a longing for a return to the womb and why the psychoanalyst becomes the mediator of these aesthetic spirits that chase and terrify us in our waking lives while they visit us in dreams and nightmares.
Today I will share a personal Halloween Horror Story: The Belly Rubber!
Continue reading → The Belly Rubber: A Halloween Horror Story
I, The Machine.
I am a machine.
My invented mechanisms are a compliment.
Writing a book in under a month is of neither myth nor man but of machine.
The machine is me.
The book is life.
There is no greater gift one can give another than the bloom of their youth in its prime sexual and creative fertility.
Continue reading → The Gift of Youth and the Burden of Fertility
The march on Jena, Louisiana yesterday is being compared by some in the Black community as a “modern day” march on Selma, Alabama in 1965 and Jena is serving as a political sounding board for Jesse Jackson to accuse Barack Obama of “Acting White” for not supporting the “Jena 6.”
Continue reading → Jena is No Selma and the Politics of Boredom
We already know Barack Obama has a castrating wife and 
the pain of public observation grew even more extreme as Jesse Jackson recently accused Barack Obama of “acting White.”
Now we must wonder if being born into Black skin is enough to be considered “Black” in America — or does the droplet still triumph in the polling place?
Or is there a behavior and an attitude that must be sustained in order to carry out the wishes, dreams and hopes of the “Black” experience that defines a man beyond the blood?
Continue reading → White Like Them: Obama Caught Not Being Black
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