That Casino Muse

Citizens, certainty is inhuman. To be human is to be ignorant, limited, lost.

We are adrift in a universe that waits for us to bring it meaning. Our ears are awash in noise that only becomes music when we stop to hear it. 

Everything you know blinds you to the truth. A cupful of stale tea, and you complain of your thirst – but it’s you turning the key in the lock.

Defy the facts. Deny the odds, and make liars of those who claim to stand on truth as a platform. Chase your ghosts with a pocketful of hugs. Teach your doubts to dance on the head of a pin.

Live by choice, die by chance. 

Keep Your Cliff’s Notes, We Want the Whole Thing Gone

Citizens, we of the Collective challenge your pallid notions of story. “Should’ve” is no more than “didn’t” writ large and shouted down to drown out your fear of failure.

Write what calls to you. Sing your heart’s song, and if the notes you strike stand beside the bars let them. Convention is gathering to wait silence’s fall. Break your bones for ink. Scrawl with mad abandon on the walls and they will crumble to dust.  Build cities of light, lust, and ether where they stood. And kiss your creation goodbye on the instant it’s born.

Every story starts in medias res. The figured wheel turns and we see the revolution in part. Let a thousand errors bloom! Ride into the guns of staid tradition. Fall on your face and stand up laughing at all you’ve learned.

Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead. Yesterday falls that tomorrow may rise. Teeter on the brink of that vast mad abyss, and should you fall know that the bottom rises to greet you.

High on the Ocelot

Citizens, it is essential to the struggle that you learn to live well and largely.

The White Linen Pants Collective is categorically opposed to quiet desperation and Prufrockian cosmic anxiety. Your place in the world is simple: at the center, as its beating heart.

Do not mistake this for a justification of senseless selfishness. A world with but one will is a world where will has lost all meaning. The guitar is no louder for the silence surrounding it.  Invite others into your life with the eagernesss of a child running to his first circus, and hold them fast for as long as you can.

You make the meaning of your life, and everything in it. Nothing is handed to you – nothing scripted, nothing so much as scribbled. Your fate is just as you’d have it. Destiny is a blind fool groping at Justice with a lecher’s leer, and if you have not seen the dawn with your own eyes then the sun can never rise.

Remember this. Teach your cat to cheat at cards. Paint every third wall purple. Make boredom extinct, and base men will avoid you. Write your own movies after they’re filmed. Chase the spark and the wind will teach you to burn.