Absurdist existentialism and Albert Camus’s The Stranger.

Have you ever went through a time when your brain feels very much like that static you see on a television screen when there is no real signal? That is about where I am right now and this poem is about some of that static. In my case this static is being caused by, trying to avoid conflict with, and be polite to, a bunch of people that I deal with on a daily basis who are being complete jerks.

The philosophy put forth by Jeremy Bentham that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the individual has been used to justify such things as murder and cannibalism. Some people view Bentham’s Utilitarian philosophy as more noble than other philosophies like, for instance, the Objectivist beliefs of Ayn Rand. People have called Ayn Rand a fascist for placing value on the rights of the individual. I believe that Bentham’s Utilitarian, needs of the many, spiel is much more fascist. Objectivism has never been used as an excuse for cannibalism, however Utilitarianism has. Here is a poetic rant about my frustrations over the fact that this part of Bentham’s philosophy is so blindly accepted and promoted, even by those who have no idea who Jeremy Bentham was.

A poem about cutting a sandwich the right way and eating it while watching a show about Hunter S. Thompson, for a couple of minutes, before moving some bales of hay.

Are your superstitions getting in the way of your personal happiness and transformation into a happy life? Are your collective superstitions and prejudices getting in the way of Humanity’s evolution? Three simple steps can begin to take you out of this trap. First, admit the silliness of these superstitions and break two or more of the taboos imposed by them. Here is a poem I wrote about this subject.

A poem about a poetry reading I did at The Rusty Nail, in Flint, Michigan, in The 1980’s. The 80’s were a time of severe economic collapse for Flint. The Rusty Nail is no longer in business.

I spent many years of my life searching for what is termed “spiritual” only to come to the realization that my purpose in this life, if there is any within its absurdness, is to experience the material universe that I seem to be existing in…

Please no empty praise. If you haven’t a soul, nor anything to say, don’t waste my time.

God wasn’t ready for the prolific reproduction of humankind.

Television news ends with the newsreader sitting at his desk, while the studio fades into darkness. How does a newsreader deal with this transition?