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What is Hive Being, and Why the Name?
You have likely heard talk of a hive mind, where one global mind finds more or less figurative expression in various local minds. Such talk is common enough in nature documentaries, especially ones concerning ants or bees, and in sci-fi programs. Take that notion, at least a loose version of it, and broaden its scope. That will be a decent first step in understanding the title I have chosen both for my Blog and for the first five-volume installment of my magnum opus Made For You and Me, a fragmentary collection of minimalist stanzas from 2016 to 2020.
In alignment with Spinoza (the 17th Century Rationalist to whom I devoted my doctoral studies), I view reality in its totality as a grand hive Being: all entities are but pulsating manifestations of the buckstopping fount of everything, an ultimate being we might call “God” or “Nature” (so long as, out of respect for the capital “G” and the capital “N,” we limit it neither to some anthropomorphic cloud father hurling lightning bolts nor to mere wilderness untouched by human smog). According to the hive-Being view (where reality is one lone superorganism, a monistic—and we might even say unividualist—conception I defend in both my creative and academic capacities), each non-foundational being (each being, that is, whose essence does not involve existence) is an utterly necessitated expression or eruption or exudation of this eternal source—each is, perhaps better put, a mode or manner of being, and so a focal point through which is disclosed, what classical theists sometimes call “being itself” (ipsum esse subsistens): the realness of the real, the being of whatever may be, the sheer activity of being, the very isness of whatever is. This Blog, which duplicates my Substack, throbs as but one among many literary unfurlings of this self-necessitated foundation, this supreme wellspring, of which we—like black holes and broken beliefs, like fractal ferns and flickering flames—are the inevitable stylings.
My Journey
I am an academic who found himself pressured into early retirement by the rising tides of cancel culture. The illiberal scourge of censoring, silencing, and shaming—although always with us throughout our evolution—reached a local peak around 2021. That was the turbulent year my creative pursuits, which the old left once encouraged as a healthy outlet for the stresses of a childhood steeped in poverty and illiteracy, drew the ire of the new safe-space left. A small cadre of self-proclaimed victims and their allies, several of whom continue to berate me years later under pseudonyms as see through as their sexual infatuation, sought to erase me and my heterodoxy. They found support from a wannabe-woke dean, covered in the grand inquisitor robes of our decadent modernity (full-body tattoos) and just itching to signal his commitment to protecting “vulnerable populations” from triggering material (even if just, as it was in my case, off-duty poems “unbecoming for someone calling himself a teacher”). Although I eventually won my due-process case with the help of The Foundation for Individual Rights and Expression, I slunk away from a college that turned its back on protecting freedom of expression and from an institution increasingly intolerant of intellectual diversity.
The wrecking ball to my too-comfy office in the windowless ivory tower came with a silver lining. From the ashes of my professional aspirations rose a phoenix of increased freedom to fulfill the literary calling I have pursued for decades. Reputation concerns never stopped me, even within academia’s sterile halls of conformity. Indeed, my unapologetic defiance, which has long baffled friends and family, no doubt chummed even safe waters—almost as if I were asking for it all along—until the cancel shiver grew too frenzied to hold back its blind thrashings. But now, now I piston the most forbidden territories of human thought with no longer even a twinge of conscience. The newfound freedom means extra time to hone my craft. When not assisting special-needs communities (a day job far more rewarding than freeway-flyer drudgeries), I pursue my literary mission with Dionysian fervor.
Call for Co-Conspirators
This space, my digital sanctuary, showcases the fruits of my mission. Think of my posts, even those linking to my publications, as works in progress. I want your input, unflinching brutality included. Each post begins with an invitation to action: “Let’s workshop this [draft about x, y, z].” Your contributions, whether through public comments or my contact page, help hammer scraps of ore into polished blades fit for magazine publication.
Your input is valuable, even if you are neither a writer nor a reader of literature—twin disciplines dying by the cyber nanosecond. Sometimes—even if at the risk of uttering banalities—an outsider’s fresh vantage can pierce the veils of convention to reveal what insiders miss. It often takes an outsider to make us even think to question our ingrained presuppositions and attitudes. I stand by the hygienic value of contagion. That is one reason I advocate so strongly for intellectual diversity and freedom of expression. And that is also one reason I was so harrowed by the anti-diversity swell of cancel culture in academia (an institution that should be the utmost caretaker of such values)—harrowed especially insofar as that swell masqueraded under the gaslighting guise of “diversity”).
You will witness the breathing evolution of my writings over time. To track these changes, I label each revision by round: “ROUND 2,” ROUND 3,” and so forth. Each piece undergoes continuous refinement based on your feedback and my own revisitations. Sometimes changes will mar the work. That is the risk of creative tinkering as a finite creature. I hope you will alert me to missteps. After many semesters of university writing workshops, one rule has impressed itself upon me: when someone senses a flaw, something almost always needs to change—even if, yes, the proposed solution misses the mark (which often it does). From a quick look into the archives, accessible here, you can see how much I have benefited from your feedback so far.
My Hope
Sharing drafts can be daunting. But showing you the ravaged and unperfumed real deal unfiltered by makeup (stuttering starts and falsities, awkward line breaks and clumsy word choices, grammatical errors and misspellings)—that not only makes my work more relatable, but helps me refine things through your input. I hope the unfiltered look at the raw process of fumbling, rather than just the polished product, also helps other writers develop their craft. Imperfect works often instruct more than perfect ones: whereas the perfect ones tend to have a grace by which they slip inside us without activating our scrutiny, the imperfect ones—especially the near perfect ones—show us glaringly what not to do.
People laugh at me, seeing—in my tilting at the windmills of literary excellence—a Don Quixote clunking around in Arthurian armor in a post-knight era. I am not naïve. I am well aware of the diminishing ability to read, let alone well: slowly and deeply, with gratitude. I am also aware that my style, which often nests subpoints within larger points, never waters down virtuosity for the sake of mass appeal. I watch readers stumble over my sentences, unable to unlock even just the music of the envelope let alone the semantic meat within, which—given my tendency to flashlight through the darker facets of human nature (the addicts, the miscreants, the abusers among us)—only adds an additional alienating layer of difficulty). Beholding these depressive scenes of even supportive family members getting bucked off my syntactic bronco makes me feel like a dinosaur who should get a hint and, if not succumb to the brain rot of skibidi-toilet speak, just hang himself already. Even though the decline in linguistic background and grammatical voltage makes my compositions seem quixotic in a world binging Netflix and TikTok, I persist—raging against the dying of the light—by some internal compulsion to celebrate the richness of language and thought.
My hope is that, despite social media’s unparalleled power to farm our attention, people never forget the unique power of writing. Beyond unveiling hypocrisy, teasing out complex implications, and detailing the commonalities between even the most alien phenomena, writing offers something we need today—trapped in agoraphobic cyber bubbles only thickened by the Lyme dangers of forests and the COVID dangers of cities—perhaps more than ever. Granting us rich access to the first-person perspectives of others (to how things feel to them), writing serves as one of humanity’s best tools for combating loneliness. It allows us to linger, broadly and deeply and at high resolution, within the inner lives of others in a way that other arts can only suggest.
What to Expect
My work spans a broad spectrum: from metaphysical discourses on free will and determinism and the ontology of holes to the ephemera of western culture (whether the childhood impacts of the hypersexual mono-image of black woman as squirting twerkers or Terrence Howard’s sham revolution of mathematics). Some tight and minimal, others free-flowing sprawls; some heady and abstract, others emotional and imagistic—my inkwell musings, which often blend scholarly rigor with a dark humor from both high and low culture, aim to capture the visceral intensity of our personal and social and ultimately existential predicaments.
By no means can I deny that drug abuse, sexual assault, and the tales of the broken and the damned loom large in the tag cloud of my work. My writing will never be a paradise of easy truths and comforting lies. It will challenge you, provoke you, and at times even repulse you. I offer no apologies for the monsters I unleash. They are as much a part of us, at long root scared rodent mammals scurrying in the shadows of dinosaurs, as our noblest aspirations.
But make no mistake. It is not all downer darkness. The archives are my receipts. You will find pieces exploring the pursuit of authenticity in a media-saturated world, the search for meaning in an indifferent cosmos, and the celebration of beauty in both the sublime and the profane. I locate much of my inspiration, in fact, in novelists like Dostoevsky and poets like Ted Kooser—writers unafraid to pursue moral agendas or risk Hallmark sentimentality in an age that often sneers at sincerity.
Be they satirical dissections of modern social dynamics or poignant poems about addiction or academic articles on moral responsibility, my goal is to provoke thought, evoke emotion, and foster meaningful dialogue. Fear has not and will not stop me from challenging humanity’s fundamental taboos (like bestiality and cannibalism) or self-reflecting into the dark chaos of the subconscious, even if that means exposing the Jungian shadows—the inner Goebbels—lurking within us all!
Expect posts each day, no day missed. Donations are welcome, but I impose no paywall: it feels wrong to charge for art, especially given our date with obliteration. Feel free to explore what amounts to, at the time of writing this, close to a thousand pieces of poetry and prose here. That should give you a sense of what awaits.
Join me—specula holstered—on this literary odyssey into the public and private nooks of the hive Being. Let us navigate the labyrinth of creation together, confronting our demons and even slaying our darlings if we must. Let us dance on the razor’s edge between the sublime and the profane in pursuit of an elusive literary perfection never to be confused—as it has been confused in our declining civilization—with the pursuit of popularity or likeability over truth.
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Seroconversion Cruising Grounds (ROUIND 2)
"Seroconversion Cruising Grounds" is a profoundly unsettling and viscerally graphic poem that delves into themes of illicit sexual encounter, disease, and the grotesque intersection of pleasure and peril. It operates as a stark, uncompromising piece within the body horror lyric tradition, using explicit physiological imagery to evoke a sense of revulsion and discomfort. The poem's power lies in its unblinking portrayal of a taboo subject, forcing the reader to confront the abject and the biological realities of risk and consequence.
Formally, the poem is tightly condensed, employing a spare and precise vocabulary to create its disturbing imagery. The use of enjambment ("fecal sludge / pools," "waveform / contour fluctuating") contributes to a sense of fluid, almost inexorable movement, mimicking the "pullback" described in the second stanza. The central image of "fecal sludge / pools at the hilt / of the continence-wrecker" is a particularly potent and confrontational metaphor, immediately establishing the poem's transgressive nature and its focus on the violation of bodily integrity. The "waveform / contour fluctuating / with every pullback" is a chillingly clinical description of a repulsive act, lending a disturbing scientific detachment to the scene. The comparison to "a time-lapsed beach’s scuzzy scum line" further emphasizes the accumulation of filth and decay, linking the personal act to a broader, almost ecological sense of degradation.
Thematically, the poem is a meditation on the grotesque and the abject, specifically in the context of sexual encounters fraught with danger. The titular "Seroconversion Cruising Grounds" immediately establishes a backdrop of risk and potential infection (seroconversion referring to the development of antibodies in response to an infection). The explicit imagery serves to underscore the literal and metaphorical "contamination" at play. The climax of the poem arrives with the shocking "inversion, demonic / as toes-ever-inward ballet, / of the life corona of cervical mucus." This final comparison is a masterstroke of horrifying juxtaposition. Cervical mucus, in its "life corona," signifies fertility, creation, and the potential for new life. Its "demonic" inversion with "fecal sludge" not only signifies sterility and decay but also suggests a perversion of natural processes, a deliberate embrace of the destructive over the generative. The "toes-ever-inward ballet" adds a layer of unnatural contortion, reinforcing the sense of something profoundly wrong and deliberately twisted. The poem ultimately functions as a chilling exploration of desire pushed to its most perilous limits, where the pursuit of sensation intersects with the specter of disease and the violation of the sacred.
Meta Description:
A viscerally graphic poem dissects illicit sexual encounter, disease, and the grotesque, portraying the "death corona of fecal sludge" as a "demonic inversion" of life-affirming processes, exploring the chilling intersection of pleasure and peril.
Keywords:
sexual transgression, body horror, disease, seroconversion, grotesque, abject, bodily fluids, anal sex, sexual risk, perversion, contamination, visceral imagery, taboo, erotic horror, biological decay, inversion, fertility vs. sterility, transgressive poetry, human sexuality, moral decay.
MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017--part 56)
"MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017—part 56)" is a complex and often provocative installment within a larger poetic sequence, functioning as a fragmented meditation on contemporary human experience, social critique, and the nature of artistic creation. The poem navigates a diverse array of observations, presenting them as stark, unadorned assertions that challenge conventional thought and expose perceived societal contradictions.
Formally, the poem continues the episodic structure seen in other parts of the "hive Being" series, presenting a series of distinct, often disparate, stanzas or aphoristic observations. This fragmentation creates a disorienting yet compelling reading experience, mirroring the fractured nature of modern existence and the rapid-fire dissemination of information. The language shifts between the visceral and the abstract, the personal and the collective. Enjambment is used to create tension and surprise, forcing the reader to confront unexpected juxtapositions. The absence of a traditional narrative arc or explicit connections between stanzas invites the reader to forge their own links, reflecting the poem's implicit challenge to fixed interpretations.
Thematically, the poem touches upon a wide spectrum of human and societal concerns:
Critique of Authenticity and Performance: Several lines directly question the genuineness of identity and expression. The observation "no longer able to drop the talking points and be who he is" speaks to the performative nature of public personas. Similarly, the line "wielding bogus racist trauma for popularity and excuse to be fat" offers a harsh critique of what the poem views as cynical manipulation of identity for personal gain. The individual who "invent[s] that people hated him / to keep writing well" highlights the complex relationship between external validation, internal motivation, and creative output, suggesting anxiety can sometimes fuel artistry more effectively than praise.
The Nature of Art and Creativity: The poem engages directly with artistic processes and their challenges. The crisis faced by "photographers and writers" with the advent of AI is directly compared to the historical disruption faced by painters with the camera, positing a timeless cycle of technological threat and adaptation in art. The idea that "mass appeal as an artist too early... is an evil omen" serves as a cautionary aphorism against premature success, suggesting it can dull the creative "blade." Conversely, "the writer was inhumane, unlovely, until he picked up the pen" suggests a redemptive or transformative power of writing. The line about scratching "ass" over another writer's face cynically depicts artistic envy and rivalry.
Existential and Philosophical Musings: The poem delves into deeper philosophical questions, such as the nature of reality ("your past would determine your full future only if reality were nothing in excess to you") and the fundamental "prelinguistic why—why / any of it—arose." The observation "if the best shit of your life / did not require at least some strain, / the noose would be the chef’s kiss" offers a dark take on the necessity of struggle for true achievement, implying that ease leads to existential emptiness. The poem also challenges anthropocentric views of nature and divinity, suggesting "the simulacrum of the internet is no less near the source than a walk in the woods / since nothing exceeds nature," and that "our world is no longer so white / that it is bad manners to name / a fine sea-vessel 'ShaNiqua'".
Social and Political Commentary: The poem contains sharp political and social critiques. "Cheers to those covered women who burned alive for not converting" is a direct, albeit stark, acknowledgment of religious persecution. The concept of "smarts are what get over walls, which is why border-keepers should attack smarts" presents a cynical view of border control tactics. The idea of "juries bored enough to impose harsher sentences" offers a bleak commentary on the justice system. "Apes weaponizing ancestral sin when their bloodline began with a slut animal pervert" is a highly transgressive and provocative statement that appears to satirize or invert certain identity-based arguments.
Overall, "MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017—part 56)" functions as a sprawling, confrontational canvas of contemporary consciousness. It uses a raw, unvarnished style to explore the tensions between authenticity and performance, the challenges of creation in a rapidly changing world, and the unsettling ironies of modern social and political life.
cultural critique, postmodernism, fragmentation, social commentary, invective, authenticity, performance, artistic creation, technological change, AI, identity politics, moral ambiguity, human nature, philosophy, contemporary poetry.
MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017--part 55)
"MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017—part 55)" is a sprawling, fragmented, and intensely provocative installment in a series that functions as a hyperrealist cultural commentary and invective. The poem navigates a vast landscape of contemporary anxieties, moral ambiguities, and societal pathologies, often employing shock and juxtaposition to expose perceived hypocrisies and ironies.
Formally, the "poem" is a relentless barrage of disconnected observations, statements, and shocking vignettes, presented in a list-like, unpunctuated progression. This formal fragmentation mirrors the thematic chaos it depicts. The absence of traditional poetic structure amplifies the sense of an unfiltered download of consciousness, a cacophony of modern disquiet. The syntax is largely declarative and often blunt, contributing to a sense of direct, almost accusatory address. The constant and jarring shifts in subject matter—from religious critique ("the most violent religion is the one that claims to be the final revelation") to personal vices ("crack rock for the stillborn-labor pains") to cultural trends ("trans-inclusive coloring book")—create a profoundly disorienting effect. This formal disarray is a deliberate choice, reflecting a world where coherence is elusive and meaning is perpetually contested. The deliberate use of highly offensive and controversial statements is a key rhetorical strategy, designed to provoke and shock the reader into confronting uncomfortable truths or to expose what the poetic voice perceives as societal absurdities.
Thematically, the poem is a brutal exploration of moral decay, hypocrisy, and the pathologies of contemporary society. It relentlessly targets various aspects of modern culture, including:
Critique of Religious Dogma and Spirituality: The poem challenges claims of ultimate truth in religion ("the most violent religion is the one that claims to be the final revelation"), and cynically observes human tendencies in spiritual belief ("all other things being equal, trust / the culture whose gods look / almost nothing like their envisioners").
Human Nature and Primal Impulses: It delves into darker aspects of human behavior, from the capacity for cruelty and moral compromise ("the hotel bellhop doorman—expected... never to open the door for those of his kind") to the universality of aggression ("rap battles no doubt were occurring way before the kilted men were rhyming"). It also touches on existential questions about purpose ("prelinguistic why—why / any of it—arose").
Addiction and Self-Deception: The poem starkly portrays the grip of addiction and the self-delusion involved in coping ("crack rock for the stillborn-labor pains," "the bottle-snuggle workarounds"). It also touches on deeper psychological mechanisms, like performance anxiety disguising itself as dedication ("sacrificed his life to sculpting, but perhaps he really sacrificed it to performance anxiety").
Critique of Contemporary Identity Politics and Social Trends: The poem directly engages with contentious topics surrounding gender identity, race, and victimhood culture. Examples include the unsettling "trans-inclusive coloring book: / unicorn with top surgery scars," and the activist celebrating "the first male-female trans pregnancy: abortion being... a rite of passage into womanhood." It also challenges notions of racial politeness ("our world is no longer so white / that it is bad manners to name / a fine sea-vessel “ShaNiqua”").
The Nature of Art and Creative Process: The poem briefly touches upon the internal struggles of writers ("the message “stop thinking while you write”... was a cure for his") and the varying expectations of readers regarding "soft" versus "hard areas" in literature.
The poem, presented by an unsparing poetic voice, constructs a bleak vision of a "hive Being"—a collective human existence characterized by shocking transgressions, intellectual dishonesty, and a pervasive sense of malaise, where traditional values and distinctions are eroding under the weight of perversion and societal pressures. The final image of "unconditional trust" being equated with "fecal matter" after an act of domestic violence provides a profoundly cynical capstone, suggesting that even the purest forms of loyalty are tainted and messy.
cultural critique, postmodernism, fragmentation, moral decay, social commentary, invective, shock value, taboos, contemporary issues, identity politics, transgressive, addiction, human nature, religion, gender identity, race, urban existence.
MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017--part 54)
"MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017—part 54)" is another sprawling, fragmented, and intensely provocative installment in a series that functions as a hyperrealist cultural commentary and invective. Dedicated "to all the kids raped to death," the poem immediately signals its confrontational and disturbing nature, serving as a raw, unfiltered stream of consciousness that dissects contemporary anxieties, moral ambiguities, and societal pathologies. Its power derives from its relentless assault on cherished norms and its willingness to delve into the grotesque and the offensive.
Formally, the "poem" is a relentless barrage of disconnected observations, statements, and shocking vignettes, presented in a list-like, unpunctuated progression. This formal fragmentation mirrors the thematic chaos it depicts. The absence of traditional poetic structure amplifies the sense of an unfiltered download of consciousness, a cacophony of modern disquiet. The syntax is largely declarative and often blunt, contributing to a sense of direct, almost accusatory address. The constant and jarring shifts in subject matter—from horrific sexual acts ("cunnilingus Cosby, slurping comatose jigglers," "adoptive gay couple teaming up for a Mortal Kombat fatality") to critiques of social justice discourse ("blaming obesity on the stresses of racism," "the duty to frame every disparity as proof of systemic oppression") to mundane yet unsettling details ("sniff a dirty diaper long enough and you learn to love it")—create a profoundly disorienting effect. This formal disarray is a deliberate choice, reflecting a world where coherence is elusive and meaning is perpetually contested. The deliberate use of highly offensive and controversial statements is a key rhetorical strategy, designed to provoke and shock the reader into confronting uncomfortable truths or to expose what the poetic voice perceives as societal absurdities.
Thematically, the poem is a brutal exploration of moral decay, hypocrisy, and the pathologies of contemporary society. It relentlessly targets various aspects of modern culture, including:
Sexual Transgression and Abuse: The dedication and explicit lines dealing with rape, pedophilia, and various sexual perversions (e.g., "identifying into rape-crisis centers, where all the prime meat is," "colostomy-hole sex") are central to its shock value and thematic focus on the grotesque.
Critique of Social Justice Narratives: Several lines directly challenge prevailing social justice discourse, particularly regarding racial issues ("blaming obesity on the stresses of racism," "poisoning the black mind with agency-hobbling victim-think") and gender identity ("physicians bowing to self-named gender even when real sex is clinically relevant," "vaginas are magic: passing through... turns a mere bundle of cells into a person only then deserving rights"). These lines aim to provoke by inverting or satirizing what the poetic voice sees as ideological excesses or hypocrisies.
Authenticity and Cynicism: The poem laments the "cringe" verdict on "authentic and sincere and joyful" behavior, suggesting a pervasive cynicism that forces individuals to "closet away whatever single-entendre unguarded sides remain."
Disillusionment and Existential Despair: Themes of a lost future ("the realization that the future... no longer lies ahead of us"), self-deception in addiction ("on cloud nine after a bad binge"), and the overwhelming pressure of choices in late life ("aside from acceptance or suicide or avoidance") contribute to a sense of profound disillusionment.
The poem, presented by an unsparing poetic voice, constructs a bleak vision of a "hive Being"—a collective human existence characterized by shocking transgressions, intellectual dishonesty, and a pervasive sense of malaise, where traditional values and distinctions are eroding under the weight of perversion and societal pressures.
cultural critique, postmodernism, fragmentation, moral decay, sexual transgression, pedophilia, social commentary, invective, shock value, taboos, contemporary issues, authenticity, cynicism, disillusionment, existential despair, body horror, social justice critique, gender identity, race relations, explicit content.
Seroconversion Cruising Grounds
"Seroconversion Cruising Grounds" is a profoundly unsettling and viscerally graphic poem that delves into themes of illicit sexual encounter, disease, and the grotesque intersection of pleasure and peril. It operates as a stark, uncompromising piece within the body horror lyric tradition, using explicit physiological imagery to evoke a sense of revulsion and discomfort. The poem's power lies in its unblinking portrayal of a taboo subject, forcing the reader to confront the abject and the biological realities of risk and consequence.
Formally, the poem is tightly condensed, employing a spare and precise vocabulary to create its disturbing imagery. The use of enjambment ("fecal sludge / pools," "waveform / contour fluctuating") contributes to a sense of fluid, almost inexorable movement, mimicking the "pullback" described in the second stanza. The central image of "fecal sludge / pools at the hilt / of the continence-wrecker" is a particularly potent and confrontational metaphor, immediately establishing the poem's transgressive nature and its focus on the violation of bodily integrity. The "waveform / contour fluctuating / with every pullback" is a chillingly clinical description of a repulsive act, lending a disturbing scientific detachment to the scene. The comparison to "a time-lapsed beach’s scuzzy scum line" further emphasizes the accumulation of filth and decay, linking the personal act to a broader, almost ecological sense of degradation.
Thematically, the poem is a meditation on the grotesque and the abject, specifically in the context of sexual encounters fraught with danger. The titular "Seroconversion Cruising Grounds" immediately establishes a backdrop of risk and potential infection (seroconversion referring to the development of antibodies in response to an infection). The explicit imagery serves to underscore the literal and metaphorical "contamination" at play. The climax of the poem arrives with the shocking "inversion, demonic / as toes-ever-inward ballet, / of the life corona of cervical mucus." This final comparison is a masterstroke of horrifying juxtaposition. Cervical mucus, in its "life corona," signifies fertility, creation, and the potential for new life. Its "demonic" inversion with "fecal sludge" not only signifies sterility and decay but also suggests a perversion of natural processes, a deliberate embrace of the destructive over the generative. The "toes-ever-inward ballet" adds a layer of unnatural contortion, reinforcing the sense of something profoundly wrong and deliberately twisted. The poem ultimately functions as a chilling exploration of desire pushed to its most perilous limits, where the pursuit of sensation intersects with the specter of disease and the violation of the sacred.
Meta Description:
A viscerally graphic poem dissects illicit sexual encounter, disease, and the grotesque, portraying the "death corona of fecal sludge" as a "demonic inversion" of life-affirming processes, exploring the chilling intersection of pleasure and peril.
Keywords:
sexual transgression, body horror, disease, seroconversion, grotesque, abject, bodily fluids, anal sex, sexual risk, perversion, contamination, visceral imagery, taboo, erotic horror, biological decay, inversion, fertility vs. sterility, transgressive poetry, human sexuality, moral decay.
Milk-Bone®
The poem "Milk-Bone®" is a terse yet potent exploration of betrayal, violence, and the unsettling nature of memory, particularly as it relates to formative experiences and the corruption of innocence. It operates within a brutalist lyric tradition, employing stark, visceral imagery and an absence of sentimentalism to dissect a deeply disturbing encounter. The poem's power lies in its elliptical narration, which hints at a traumatic event without fully explicating it, thereby drawing the reader into a position of uneasy inference.
Formally, the poem's syntax is tightly coiled and fragmented, mirroring the constricting force described in the opening lines. The enjambment ("under / the mute gaze," "distract / from the light’s closing") creates a sense of suffocating dread and accelerates the reader's progression through the disturbing imagery. The abrupt shift from the initial violence to the dog's detached, almost ritualistic act of "lapping out / the double-creampie forensics" creates a profound ethical disjunction. This juxtaposition highlights the unsettling normalcy that can accompany or follow acts of profound violation, suggesting a world where innocence (represented by the "childhood dog") is either complicit or utterly oblivious to the grotesque. The final line, "not every Judas needs silver," functions as a chilling aphorism, redefining betrayal not as a transactional act, but as something inherent and perhaps more insidious, requiring no external motivation beyond its own perverse fulfillment. This reconfigures the traditional narrative of betrayal, stripping it of any potential for redemption or even clear-cut motive.
Threaded throughout the poem is a critique of a primal, almost instinctual form of complicity or indifference in the face of suffering. The dog's "deep diligence" in consuming the "forensics" suggests a bestial, amoral engagement with the aftermath of violence, reducing the traumatic event to a mere substance to be consumed. The brand name "Milk-Bone®" in the title becomes a particularly poignant and ironic semiotic marker. It evokes images of domesticity, innocence, and benign animal companionship, directly contrasting with the horrific imagery presented in the poem. This ironic title serves to underscore the profound corruption of these ostensibly wholesome concepts, transforming them into a veneer behind which darker realities fester. The poem thus functions as an epistemological instrument, utilizing the grotesque to expose the insidious mechanisms of psychological fragmentation and the chilling banality of evil.
Meta Description:
A visceral poem dissects a moment of unsettling betrayal and violence, juxtaposing childhood innocence with grotesque aftermath, exploring primal complicity and the corruption of benign symbols through stark, fragmented imagery.
Keywords:
betrayal, childhood trauma, violence, grotesque realism, complicity, corrupted innocence, psychological horror, brutalist lyric, fragmented narrative, moral decay, domestic horror, animal imagery, ironic juxtaposition, psychological disjunction, post-traumatic imagery.
Hypocorism
This prose poem, "Hypocorism," performs a searing deconstruction of illicit desire and manipulated innocence, operating as a chillingly precise ethnographic study of perversion and the abrogation of filial boundaries. It belongs to a brutalist lyric tradition that disdains sentimentality, aligning more with the unflinching psychological dissections of Genet or the visceral anatomies of Bataille than with conventional narrative forms. Here, the text functions as a hermeneutic key to the pathology of control, revealing how language itself becomes a primary instrument of affective and corporeal subjugation.
Formally, the poem's syntax oscillates between hyper-detailed visceral confession and tightly controlled, almost clinically detached self-analysis. The deliberate tension between the man's intellectualized rationalizations (his "inner daimon," his first-year students' readings) and the raw, unvarnished depiction of his actions creates a profound ethical disjunction. This oscillation reflects a sensibility deeply attuned to both the metaphysical abstractions of self-deception and the grotesque materialities of flesh and power. The cumulative effect is a temporally disjunctive psychic ethics, where predatory desire, cultivated innocence, class anxieties, and profound self-loathing coexist not as disparate elements but as synchronously reinforcing vectors within a single, horrifying ecology of relational trauma.
Threaded throughout is a critique of the commodification of innocence and the transactional nature of affection, particularly evident in the father's (or paternal figure's) "day-one condition" and his calculations regarding "middle age offered few second chances for holy tightness this intense." The meticulous rendering of the girl's domestic competence ("cooking and cleaning for her family," "carrying her toddler brother") juxtaposed with her function as "Swiss-cheese sex sleeve" renders her existence a site of grotesque utility, where her developing identity is subsumed by patriarchal consumption. The phrase "Helen of the hood" becomes a complex semiotic marker, simultaneously elevating her beauty to mythical status and grounding it in a context of precarious, consumable value, reflecting both his possessive adoration and the inherent danger he perceives in her burgeoning selfhood.
Yet, despite its explicit transgressions, this is not an exercise in gratuitous shock. Rather, it utilizes the grotesque as an epistemological instrument, a vehicle for exposing the insidious mechanisms of psychological fragmentation and moral decay. The poet seems to interrogate: what specific linguistic structures, what corruptions of familial nomenclature, are required to rationalize and perpetuate such a profound violation? The answer, here, lies in the title itself: "Hypocorism," a term of linguistic analysis, becomes the chilling marker of a perverse taxonomy of desire, transforming endearment into a lexical cage, and rendering the "love" articulated in the final lines a terrifying act of self-preservation rather than genuine care. The ultimate "letting go" is not absolution, but a strategic retreat, a final act of self-serving calculation.
Keywords:
paternalistic abuse, familial trauma, psychological perversion, linguistic manipulation, corrupted innocence, sexual exploitation, power dynamics, moral decay, grotesque realism, intellectualized depravity, socioeconomic anxiety, self-preservation, bildungsroman subversion, toxic masculinity, urban realism, domestic horror, emotional manipulation, consent violation, victim objectification, psychosexual narrative.
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Scholarly Essay: "Pound Town: A Defense of the Moral Permissibility of Bestiality"
"Pound Town: A Defense of the Moral Permissibility of Bestiality" is a work of philosophical provocation in the tradition of the academic thought experiment — rigorous, footnoted, structured in the formal architecture of analytic ethics, and dedicated to two figures (Gary Varner, a philosopher of animal ethics, and Grandpa Jack) whose juxtaposition announces the essay's governing tonal register: the personal and the scholarly, the lived and the argued, occupying the same space without apology. It is a piece that takes seriously the philosophical obligation to follow argument wherever it leads, even when — especially when — it leads somewhere the culture has decided in advance cannot be arrived at by honest reasoning. Whether one arrives at its conclusions or not, the essay is a sustained demonstration that the consensus against bestiality rests on philosophical foundations considerably shakier than its cultural certainty suggests.
The essay's formal strategy is the systematic elimination of available rationales. It does not argue for bestiality in the abstract or as a general practice. It argues for the moral permissibility of certain instances of bestiality — a narrower and more defensible claim — and it does so by walking through every category of objection the philosophical and cultural arsenal provides: intuition, biblical authority, naturalness, animal wellbeing, and human wellbeing. Each section follows the same structure: state the argument in its most rigorous form, then dismantle it. What accumulates across these demolitions is not a positive case for bestiality so much as a negative case against the coherence of its prohibition — a demonstration that the grounds on which the taboo rests are either internally inconsistent, arbitrarily applied, or insufficient to do the philosophical work required of them.
The twelve cases organized into four categories at the essay's opening are the piece's most formally accomplished section, and they deserve attention as a philosophical device before anything else. The cases range from unequivocally immoral scenarios — the hen throttled to death in Case 1, the starved collie in Case 2, the drugged piglet in Case 3 — to scenarios of such apparent benignity that the moral objection becomes increasingly difficult to locate: the tween girl getting off from her horse's gyrations in Case 4, the man ejaculating on a turtle's shell in Case 6, the primatologist taken by the orangutan in Case 7. This range is not rhetorical sleight of hand but philosophical precision: it forces the reader to specify exactly what feature of any given case makes it morally objectionable, and in doing so exposes how few of the available features — coercion, harm, lack of consent — apply to the cases in the B, C, and D categories. The cases are the essay's most effective argumentative tool because they make concrete what abstract prohibition tends to leave vague.
The section on intuition is where the essay's most philosophically consequential argument lives, and it is constructed with genuine care. The essay does not dismiss intuition as a moral guide; it accepts the reality of the disgust response and even owns it in the first person — "I too find it disgusting to envision someone, say, performing fellatio on a horse." What it refuses is the move from disgust to moral impermissibility, and it does so by attacking both premises of the intuition argument. Against premise two — that intuition against bestiality is universal — it marshals an extraordinary ethnographic inventory: ancient Egyptians, ancient Greeks, ancient Hindus, the Kisii of Kenya, the Masai, the Comeburras of Colombia, the Inuit, numerous tribal cultures across four continents, and a list of historically famous suspected practitioners that ranges from Tiberius to Aleister Crowley. The inventory is not merely comprehensive; it is philosophically functional. If the intuition against bestiality were a reliable moral guide, it would need to be something like universal. The evidence suggests it is not.
Against premise one — that intuitive wrongness implies moral wrongness — the essay deploys its most rhetorically powerful passage: the extended catalogue of human cognitive failures, biases, and moral atrocities that our intuitions have licensed, from geocentrism to the skull-reading of phrenology to the intuitive wrongness of miscegenation. The catalogue is deliberately excessive, accumulating well past the point at which any single item would suffice to make the logical point, because the accumulation is itself the argument: we are the sort of critters who cannot trust our gut about things we have decided in advance. The section on intuition concludes that moral repugnance, however indelible, requires independent justification — and then spends the rest of the essay demonstrating that the available independent justifications fail.
The biblical section is brisk because its work is largely done by the consistency argument: the Bible condemns homosexuality with the same force it condemns bestiality, and we have decided that the Bible's condemnation of homosexuality is insufficient to establish its immorality. The same epistemic grounds that license that conclusion license the same conclusion about bestiality. The essay does not attack the Bible's authority on religious grounds but on grounds of internal inconsistency and demonstrated errancy: a document that prohibits eating lobsters and getting tattoos and wearing linen-wool blends cannot be treated as a reliable moral authority on bestiality without accounting for why those prohibitions are being selectively ignored. The section's most philosophically interesting moment is the discussion of divine command theory, where the essay acknowledges the internal logic of the position — if right and wrong are ultimately God's arbitrary decree, then everything depends on correctly identifying God's decrees — while exposing the epistemic problem that position generates: by what method does one establish that the Bible, rather than competing holy texts, reflects those decrees?
The section on naturalness dispatches the is-ought fallacy with appropriate efficiency and then spends more time than strictly necessary on the enumeration of meanings of "unnatural" — not because the argument requires it, but because the enumeration reveals how many different objections are being bundled under a single term and how few of them, when separated and examined individually, withstand scrutiny. The observation that naturalness arguments are wielded against bestiality by people who sleep with CPAPs in air-conditioned homes after heart transplants is the essay's most elegant single point, delivered with the compression of good comic writing.
The animal wellbeing section is the essay's most extended and most philosophically serious, because it engages the strongest available objection. The essay does not dismiss the consent framework; it argues that animals can in fact communicate consent through behavioral signals — and here the inclusion of Liz Moores's description of equine attunement is the essay's most formally distinctive move, embedding a perfumer's testimony about the near-psychic quality of the human-horse bond in the middle of a philosophical argument about consent capacity. The passage is not merely decorative. It is evidence: the claim that horses cannot communicate consent, willingness, and refusal is empirically contested by anyone with sustained experience of horses, and the essay appeals to that experience directly. The section's most philosophically rigorous passage is the extended argument distinguishing the animal from the toddler — four criteria (hormonal maturity, radically different future, likelihood of later trauma, not yet at full cognitive capacity) that jointly explain why behavioral consent from an animal suffices where the same behavioral consent from a toddler does not. The distinction is careful and the criteria are genuinely functional, blocking the most common reductio offered against the consent argument.
The human wellbeing section is where the essay's rhetorical energy is highest, because it is where the essay's central meta-argument becomes most explicit: what is actually driving the taboo is not concern for animals but concern for human identity, human social order, and the illusion of human exceptionalism. The slippery slope arguments against bestiality are exposed as fallacies through the observation that the same logic would imply that consensual sex with humans increases the likelihood of nonconsensual sex with humans — a conclusion no one draws. The zoonotic disease objection is met with the observation that human-to-human sex also transmits disease, that precautionary measures reduce transmission risk to manageable levels, and that we do not condemn homosexual sex despite its statistically elevated disease transmission rates. The physical injury objection is met with the observation that risk of injury does not render an activity immoral — a point illustrated by skydivers and MMA fighters and Alaskan crab fishermen.
But the section's most penetrating argument is the one about intent. The essay identifies the extraordinary fact that the same physical acts — masturbating animals, fingering their anuses, fondling their genitalia for insemination purposes — are standard husbandry practice when performed without sexual intent and criminal bestiality when performed with it. The mere addition of human arousal converts a kosher farmhand procedure into moral depravity. The essay does not simply note the arbitrariness of this distinction; it names what it reveals: that the taboo on bestiality is fundamentally about protecting the human's sense of radical difference from animals, and that this protection is organized not around actual harm to anyone but around the maintenance of a conceptual boundary that evolutionary biology has already rendered philosophically dubious.
The concluding argument is the essay's most formally elegant section, structured as a dilemma that closes without remainder. Either animals have no moral worth — in which case bestiality is permissible for the same reasons any use of animals is permissible, and the other rationales have already been shown to fail — or animals have at least some moral worth — in which case the essay's cases demonstrate that bestiality need not violate that worth, and once again the other rationales have been shown to fail. The dilemma is constructed so that neither horn provides a stable position from which to maintain the absolute prohibition, and the essay's final image — "uncontroversial enjoyment of earthly beings thrown into this, like this, with such a transient lifespan" — is its most philosophically honest moment: the view from Camus and Sartre, the absurdist perspective that asks what, in a cosmos of countless suns and reams of death, justifies the certainty with which we organize our moral horror.
What "Pound Town" achieves is something genuinely difficult in philosophical writing: it makes the reader feel the inadequacy of their own position without necessarily arriving at the author's conclusion. The essay does not require the reader to endorse bestiality. It requires the reader to explain, with genuine rigor, why the cases in categories B, C, and D are wrong — and it has, by the time that requirement becomes clear, already demolished the most available explanations. The dedication to Grandpa Jack alongside Gary Varner is the essay's final formal gesture: the argument belongs to the philosophical tradition and to a life, and the philosophical tradition cannot be fully separated from the life that inhabits it.
Meta Description
A rigorous work of analytic philosophy arguing through intuition, biblical authority, naturalness, animal wellbeing, and human wellbeing that bestiality is morally permissible in certain circumstances — systematically exposing the internal inconsistencies of its prohibition and identifying human exceptionalism, rather than genuine moral concern, as the taboo's actual foundation.
Keywords
Pound Town bestiality philosophy, moral permissibility bestiality, animal consent, zoophilia ethics, divine command theory, naturalness fallacy, is-ought fallacy, animal wellbeing argument, human exceptionalism, consent and behavioral signals, slippery slope fallacy, analytic ethics provocateur, thought experiment cases, Hypocorism, interspecies ethics