I’ve been reading a lot of Julian Huxley lately and, as usual, have been worrying about the fates of all the useless people of the world. There will be as many of them as we at able to feed. If Huxley is right, then human fulfillment is the end goal of the secular humanist religion.… Read More “Human Fulfillment”
your illusion of me is your betrayal of me is your liberation of me is your salvation. you are me. what can it be, when your flesh melts like wax, mutable. when everyone is gone, mumble about the paper dragon– inverted.
So, as some of you may have heard, there has been a fatwa placed on me by antifa in the aftermath of the infamous “punch” of Richard Spencer. Here is a video talking about the terrorization of my family by antifa: The antifa’s libelous doxing of me and call for violence against me and my… Read More Poetry and Kidnapping
My mind is an empty desert stretching as far as the eye can see. The throne of my ego is atop a single chimney rock. The wind passes faintly through it, whispering, “I am still with you, Eliyahu”. I have positioned myself at the center of humanity, invisibly holding the world together. The entirety of… Read More Chimney Rocks
So, I just interviewed Pilleater. It can be listened to here. Also, he did a rather professional review of my poetry book: Some more recent poems: ode to slavery how i walked under this yesterday, big house, master chamber looked out the window. a broken bottle. fuck you all. (a wide-open view, an unrivaled luxury.… Read More “LO! a racist exhile” reviewed by Pilleater; Hangout with Pilleater; New Poetry
To feel and be felt–this is the border region between the heavenly jurisdiction and the denigration of my life’s afterthought. To feel and be felt–is my fingers pressing against the inner cavity of her wet vagina, running through her matted pubic hair. To feel and be felt–biting down on the corner of her lip as… Read More To Feel and Be Felt