Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Coming from an ascetic background, I speak partly to myself My tension is between “opposites”: spiritual/material, good/evil, light/dark, male/female. Tho queer theory and feminism show the similarity between these tensions, interweave  manifest more tensions and do not ALWAYS equate. Examples – lesbianism, the sexual act, pleasure, and the body. All these have been equated with…

Woke up alone this morning A lament The colour, shape, size of the test Limping thru a haze of hate In present shape Smell of roots Feet planted into present Sound of fate A bugle (why a bugle?) Trumpeting herald of my morning Her announcement A dawn breaking over Erin, Like that longing, Flame on…

Like a square mirror Cubed into triangles, rainbows, rectangles Through which gleams dark light Softly polished moonlight Fragmented into two lives One half white, one half black, yet parallel, Fingers interlaced With sea that washes between the two Pulled this then that way Moods shaking or smiling Rising and shapeshifting Moon reflecting water In a…

Men with snake-point eyes Cry “slut”, “bisexual” Cause I don’t give a fuck about em Would be better off dead Like the guy in my garden Parasite at night I just want to stab im A woman, unsurpassable Her smile Touch of angels Stirs my soul I awake to a night sky starlight celestial Constellations…

Heartbeat so strong A love song Cutting waves thru the howling ones Thru comes a woman A dream queen I go to sleep I dream her knock at my door I look out, no one except The neighbours hooting My sister happy – But they’re no one The queen Her sight to see Enamoured, enraptured…

A knife is quite a pleasant sight, dripping with my own blood. Death, sweet death, take me like anaesthetic or a hit, come to me, spread numbness over me and take me somewhere better. The human suburbs are full of hell and hate. Sounds of laughter and judgment nip at my inner ear, and occasionally,…

Perhaps it’s a vain attempt at throwing some light and logic at something, well, twisted. Me, being sane, being therefore branded “insane” as the odd one out of an insane society, “it’s black therefore it’s white” and to say not is a heresy. Twisted, in other words. Perhaps it’s a way of suffering more humiliation,…

Ostracised, not fitting in: An intellectual dilemma,  a line of argument that run thus: am I wrong so and so? yes, you’re WRONG Cal. So I wanted to see thru their eyes. To listen thru their ears, And all I heard was a litany, Yes, you’re WRONG, Cal. And it troubled me, Set doubt on…

In the absence of physicality In the civil strife that risks my heart I make of her a spiritual body To trace with my pen and soul Like two dark, midnight jewels Set upon an olive mask Her eyes were set upon my soul I happened upon In a dry, bloodless desert As a temple…

I suppose I could construct a book with a full stop at the end, with this topic. But as usual I’ll remain a pastiche, unacademic, personal, and inconclusive. I wrote a while back, “Elohim is in love with the goddess.” Perhaps I was thinking of an unhierarchical circularity of the shiva/shakti paradigm. It was of…