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Voice of the People Radio: September 10, 2011
Writing on the Air: December 22, 2010
LiteraryAustin: December 17, 2010
Red River Writers: October 22, 2010
Sunday Brunch Invasion w/ Angelheart & Frankie Metro: October 17, 2010
Six Questions For: July, 19, 2010.
Writing on the Air: January 11, 2010
Voice of the People Radio: May 30, 2009

Freudian Fraud Unfolding the layers of our minds, great thinker, it was his nephew who analyzed humanity down to a selfish, greedy pulp. Made public relations a virus evolved and mutated. Here's a man who realized it was all about getting what he wanted and projected his desires onto the world. It fit like a key on the map of humanity, as if fulfilling every selfish desire were essential to our existence and the cause of motivation; mobilization. Exploited, this great man who linked minds and dreams and generations to inner urges we cannot control laid a judgmental template for the manipulative to follow, the scholars to support, political thinkers to adopt. Perhaps to study our instinctual impulses is a step backward, a step we should have already known. Or, perhaps, as with Darwin, we've runaway with his intellect and exposed selfishness as a necessary definition of humanity. Perhaps Freud was giving evidence of the evolved human spirit, the growth of human consciousness, the memory of our origins as a tool against regression; his nephew the symbol of his bane for humanity-- the arch nemesis of the human soul, selfishness in its final battle for control has taken the form of man, has absorbed all negative energies and grabbed a hold of our ankles, dragging us down while it still can. The Three Tears Falling Hollow bells ring in my head as I walk the crystal sea. The surface dense like cement sets as frozen stone supports me. Sanctuary on the vast body of solidified life where stale black waves have crisped to sullen turrets towering like ripples frozen in time. Nothing existed on that plain but black diamond underfoot. A low, sweeping lull caused thin ice plates to vibrate with the tenor of celestial bodies. The sheets of my mind hummed, with a tense quickening, a nervous grasp like a tuning fork threatening to shatter fragile glass. A grim reflection came through the introspection my ringing ears asked for. My soul sought to separate personal truths from reality, but in the mesh of white sand snow and onyx waters—silence provided no sanctuary. The adjacent city cast a silhouette like a corpse falling in the ground. Like an effigy, like a memorial erected for heroes, their shapes faded—the stiff black monoliths vexed the sky, and I wondered what this journey secretly disguised. Immediately then, I was inclined to reach into my pocket and pull up those three tears; they strived to shine in the half light, but dulled against the subdued sky. Upon seeing the glassy beads, a presence burrowed at the base of my throat, a splint that snapped my neck and bone. My heart beat, wishing to palpitate like the mind in time with the souls fleeting sanctity. I thought of she as my heart ached and gazed deeply in the three tears wake: First Thought Widen our paths of enlightenment, great poet, unveil our eyes from the smokescreen the world lays before us. Show us the stars and the heavens mechanic clock so that we may hear the ticking tock of time eternal. Reveal to us, masterful artisan, the grandeur of god and the incarnates that surround him; reveal to us death and show us the fears that we push away. Only you can do this with your shaman quill, only you can expose us to a higher truth that we would deign to see, that we would refuse to see if we are given the choice. Even now as you spiral dance and burn and build new paths, show us the light of the sun as it shares the sky with the moon. Show us the dark of night as it greets the sunny day. Dance. The eternal trance of thought weighing not on our minds, strip away the corporeal pleasures of society; rid our words of everyday life and mediocrity; take us above the boundaries of reality, above ephemeral solidarity; leave these words barren of what we know of this world. Leave them full of promise so that as the shadows set permanent in our eyes, with divine light shall we see.

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