consumer suicide (a manifesto)

no longer

purchase goods or
make bold choices in
the super market


products in my room
will no longer
advertise my preferences

(nor shall wallet or watch
proclaim my identity)

if you can read me by
the decoration of my room

then when i am gone of this world-
why do you miss me?

true, in my room
dwells my soul

but my possessions
do not define me

and i cease to be myself:

this pencil
that garment
this bed

that nail, screw, tack and thread...
tied to the reel of avaricious profit men

whose noses so big
can not see
   the middle

know i have found peace

(a release)

a life of simple desire

mnmlst: new favourite blog

Sometimes I think that I complicate my life by setting up rules: ‘this’ diet is the best diet, so if I follow ‘these’ rules then I will have the perfect body and feel like holy water. Little do I know, this adds complexity to my life that makes it harder to live; life can be lived by rules, but the more you have, the more you run into problems when the rules overlap.

So here’s a couple links to two favourite posts of the day. The first is on living by ‘paring ideas,’ a process of living that values flow and natural change. This metaphor can be used in many domains of life, including writing, creating, sculpting, living, etc.

The second post is on what it means to be a person in the modern day. Or what it means to be a person in a universal sense…at least, that’s how I take it: sometimes you need to work a little bit to buy your freedom to be. Know who you are and do what it takes to be that. If you’re a monk, do what it takes to be a monk. Do what makes your soul come alive, but don’t sell part of it in the process.

paring ideas

I am not a brewer

Happy Thursday. Don’t let the rain weigh you down.