Author Archives: German Jones

When one begins to live by habit and by quotation, one has begun to stop living.

“The serial number of a human specimen is the face, that accidental and unrepeatable combination of features. It reflects neither character nor soul, nor what we call the self. The face is only the serial number of a specimen.”–Milan Kundera

What really connects words and things?  

“His mother was sitting at the kitchen table when Geryon opened the screen door. He had taken the local bus from Hades. Seven-hour trip. He wept most of the way. Wanted to go straight to his room. and shut the … Continue reading →

I am watching television (again) and there is a crazy person acting, or rather, a person acting like a crazy person. I often act like a crazy person, or I think some people think that I do. The crazy person … Continue reading →

Um, I have this painful need to expose my painfully embarrassing aspects. And in that spirit, I just thought you should know that I am sitting on the couch (not alone!!!) and watching…The View. Ugh. Well, I am. And guess … Continue reading →

“Neither one of us trying to hold it down, Neither one of us taking the middle ground, Wasn’t how to make sense we were thinking of, Just the two of us bent on delirious love…” Okay, pause action. Stop and … Continue reading →

Sex is our deepest form of consciousness. It is utterly non-ideal, non-mental. It is pure blood-consciousness…. It is the consciousness of the night, when the soul is almost asleep.

It is almost noon. I am on the couch, listening to the sound of the dishwasher, occasionally chit-chatting with the man on the couch next to me. Although he must remain nameless, he is far from peripheral. In fact, he … Continue reading →

Behold, I bring you just a few more snippets of the enemy’s own words and why I feel he needs to be destroyed: “i have this professor (literature, the worst kind) who circles and underlines phrases and things that maybe … Continue reading →