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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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In Homes of Pat Boone and The Beach Boys (April 4, 1968) (ROUND 19)
Scholarly Essay: "In Homes of Pat Boone and The Beach Boys (April 4, 1968)"
"In Homes of Pat Boone and The Beach Boys (April 4, 1968)" is one of the most formally and intellectually ambitious pieces in the collection — a hybrid work that begins as a poem, explodes into an annotated footnote longer than the poem itself, and then expands into a full essay that is simultaneously a dual elegy, a character study, a political argument, a theological meditation, and a sustained exercise in the kind of radical honesty about human complexity that both of its subjects preached and neither of their eulogists typically practice. The piece is dedicated to CK, 1993–2025 — identified by context as Charlie Kirk, the conservative commentator and founder of Turning Point USA, who died at thirty-one — and its central subject is the extraordinary structural and moral overlap between Kirk and Martin Luther King Jr., whose assassination on April 4, 1968 gives the poem its date and its occasion. The title places both men in their cultural context with characteristic obliqueness: Pat Boone and The Beach Boys are the wholesome white mainstream of 1968 American culture, the homes in which a certain kind of respectable American lived while King was being shot and while Kirk — born twenty-five years later into a world those homes helped produce — was forming the character the piece will analyze.
The poem itself is a sonnet of compressed fury, and its formal control is the piece's most underappreciated achievement given how thoroughly it is overshadowed by what follows. The opening line — "Evil orgasms in its slither beneath borrowed care" — is the piece's thesis statement in compressed form: the evil of assassination is not the frank evil of declared hatred but the obscene evil of cowardice that presents itself as concern, that achieves its end through the borrowed language of civility. "Just / minutes after the lead flower gagged his throat" — the bullet as lead flower, the assassination as a grotesque blooming — delivers the physical fact with a precision that the circumlocution heightens rather than softens. "Black / blood blasting like prank snakes in a can" is the poem's most formally daring image: the spring-loaded novelty toy, the cheap trick of a child's prank, deployed as the vehicle for the blood that exits a dying man's throat. The comparison is not disrespectful. It is exact: both the prank snake and the arterial spray share the quality of violent, unexpected emergence from a container that appeared to hold something else. The velour ribbons, the grubbier bluster — these continue the poem's insistence on the physical actuality of the death against the tendency of elegiac convention to aestheticize or abstract it.
The poem then pivots to the bigots — those who, "too polite in their creamed jeans / to gloat," immediately performed the deflective move of weaponizing competing grief. The "creamed jeans" is the poem's most compressed satirical image: the sexual excitement of the bigot at the death of his enemy, contained by social propriety, manifested as a specific physical response that must be hidden. The double jean-creamery of the deflection — the equal excitement at the opportunity to exploit the dead children of Vietnam — maintains this register. The bigots are aroused by the death and by the opportunity it creates. Their civility is not moral but strategic. The "Debate CLOSED" t-shirt in "stencil font drooling / cherry porn" is the poem's most precise image of what the bigots actually want: the foreclosure of the discourse the dead man represented, rendered in the visual language of pornographic excess.
The footnote is where the piece's true ambition becomes legible. It begins by establishing the parallel between King and Kirk — both "flapped and flopped around like pathetic flounder after a wet thud of cowardice nipped their free expression" — and then accelerates into the extended meditation that constitutes most of the piece's length and all of its intellectual substance. The footnote's relationship to the poem is not supplementary but structural: the poem establishes the occasion and the emotional register; the footnote does the argumentative work. This formal arrangement — the academic apparatus swallowing the literary occasion — is itself an argument about how these deaths are processed: the raw grief of the poem is immediately overtaken by the need to think, to argue, to place, to understand.
The structural parallel between King and Kirk is the piece's central intellectual gambit, and it is executed with enough rigor and enough honesty to be genuinely persuasive rather than merely provocative. The piece does not flatten the differences between the men — it documents them carefully, including Kirk's more orthodox supernaturalism, his more aggressive style of campus engagement, his financial irregularities, his specific political positions on immigration and government — but it insists that the structural similarities are more important than the tribal affiliations that have caused each man's admirers to despise the other. Both were assassinated by cowards. Both were targeted for the quality of their speech — their willingness to say things that powerful constituencies wanted silenced. Both deployed rhetoric as a weapon in service of principles they believed transcended personal gain. Both were simultaneously defenders of their causes and users of their causes for self-advancement. Both were sexually complicated in ways their public personae denied. Both preached nonviolence. Both were accused of sophistry. Both were squeezed from radicals who wanted more aggression and from moderates who wanted less disruption. The parallels are not forced. They are documented.
The piece's most morally serious section is its insistence on the faults of both men, and its refusal to let those faults cancel the admiration they deserve. The King material — the FBI surveillance files, the sex orgies, the possible presence while a fellow minister assaulted a woman, the beating of a sexual partner on the night before his assassination — is handled with characteristic directness and equal characteristic insistence that none of it "should ever undermine the value of King's mission and legacy." The piece cites Abernathy's own position on this as precedent. What is more formally interesting is the corresponding treatment of Kirk: the piece acknowledges that Kirk's known faults are smaller in scale, then imaginatively extends them to the scale they might have reached had he lived longer, had surveillance been applied to him as it was to King, had the digital age provided its specific temptations. The CSA pornography passage — the extended imagining of what Kirk "might have" typed in his darkest midnight — is the piece's most formally extreme moment, and it functions as a precise formal argument: the piece is insisting that no man's private shadow life is knowable from his public persona, that the impulse to saint-making is always a form of dishonesty, and that the fair comparison of two men requires imagining both at their worst rather than one at his documented worst and the other at his public best.
The passage is also, formally, an extension of the piece's central subject: the relationship between public advocacy and private appetite. King preached dignity and practiced its violation. Kirk preached against pornography and was by his own admission a recovering user of it. The piece extends this logic to its furthest point — what if Kirk, like so many of the preachers whose private lives contradict their public stances, had his own witching-hour failures? — not to damn Kirk but to insist on the universality of the shadow, to maintain the moral equivalence that the piece's whole argument requires. "The dirt is always there, even if you never track it across the floor." This is the piece's most important single sentence, and it applies to both men equally.
The political argument threaded through the essay sections is the piece's most contestable and most clearly personal element. The speculation about what King "might have" said about contemporary antiracism — the victimology industry, the BLM hustlers, the kente-cloth cosplay at the Capitol, the black-only dorms — is necessarily speculative and necessarily partisan. The piece acknowledges this by framing it as speculation throughout. What it is doing formally is using the parallel between King and Kirk to argue that the positions Kirk actually held are not the polar opposite of King's legacy but its possible extension — that a King brought forward into the present, confronting the specific failures of the antiracist movement as it has actually developed, might have arrived at some of Kirk's conclusions. This is an argument the piece does not prove; it cannot be proved. But it is advanced seriously and with enough internal consistency to constitute a genuine intellectual position rather than a rhetorical trick.
The piece's treatment of both men's conservative sexual ethics — their opposition to premarital sex, their complicated relationship to homosexuality, their traditional views on marriage — is handled with a characteristic blend of honest documentation and personal dissent. "Some of these, I confess, I balk at. But that might just be me." The authorial voice here is doing something important: it is refusing to pretend that agreement is required for admiration, that one must endorse all of a figure's positions to honor their courage and their contributions. This is itself a position both King and Kirk would recognize — the insistence that the integrity of a person's mission is separable from the totality of their beliefs.
The final paragraph is the piece's most direct statement of its thesis and its most emotionally clear moment: "They wagered that words could defeat violence, that courage plus conviction could shame a country closer to its promises. If their calculus was brutal, it was also honest — and it is why the sanctimonious tallies of their enemies still ring hollow." The word "brutal" is exact: both men knew that their style of engagement would produce backlash, would incite confrontation, would cost them enemies and allies in equal measure. They chose it anyway. The piece honors that choice without pretending the choice was clean. Both men were shot for talking. The piece is an extended act of talking back.
Formally, the piece's most significant achievement is its willingness to let its own genre transform under the pressure of its subject. It begins as a poem, becomes a footnote, becomes an essay, becomes a political argument, becomes an imaginative exercise in shadow projection, becomes a theological meditation, and arrives finally at something like wisdom — the kind that acknowledges complexity without collapsing into relativism, that insists on admiration without requiring sainthood, that mourns the dead without lying about them. Both men would have recognized this mode. Both practiced it, imperfectly, as a vocation.
Meta Description
A hybrid elegy — poem, annotated footnote, and essay — that mourns both Martin Luther King Jr. and Charlie Kirk through their structural parallels as nonviolent advocates assassinated for their speech, documenting their shared values and their shared human failures with equal rigor, and arguing that honest admiration requires neither hagiography nor the sanctimonious tallying of enemies.
Keywords
In Homes of Pat Boone and The Beach Boys, Martin Luther King Jr., Charlie Kirk, dual elegy, hybrid form, annotated poem, assassination, free speech, nonviolence, structural parallel, sexual ethics, victimology critique, conservative and liberal overlap, shadow projection, honest admiration, close reading, Hypocorism, April 4 1968
In Homes of Pat Boone and The Beach Boys (April 4, 1968) (ROUND 18)
This piece is a sprawling, polemical prose-poem that stages a provocative comparison between Martin Luther King Jr. and Charlie Kirk, using their assassinations as an entry point into a broader meditation on rhetoric, martyrdom, hypocrisy, and the uneasy overlap between moral conviction and human flaw.
At its core, the work argues that both figures—despite occupying vastly different political and historical positions—share a structural likeness: they are “polarizing prophets” whose commitment to ideas placed them at odds with their societies, invited backlash, and ultimately rendered them targets of violence. The opening sections emphasize the reaction to their deaths, focusing less on grief itself than on how grief is immediately politicized, redirected, or diluted by competing narratives (“what about our dead?”). This establishes one of the poem’s central concerns: the human tendency to instrumentalize tragedy in service of preexisting commitments.
From there, the essay-poem develops a controversial thesis: that King and Kirk, stripped of mythologizing and partisan distortion, share deeper affinities in method and temperament than is commonly acknowledged. Both are portrayed as rhetoricians who deploy simplification, provocation, and emotional appeal to mobilize audiences. Their slogans—whether about justice or culture—are framed as persuasive tools rather than strictly precise truths. The piece insists that activism, by its nature, compresses nuance into force, and that this compression is not necessarily deceitful but instrumental.
A major portion of the text is devoted to dismantling what it presents as caricatures: King as anti-American radical, Kirk as racial reactionary. In their place, it offers a reading of both men as fundamentally motivated by visions of national improvement, moral order, and communal flourishing—albeit through very different ideological frameworks. This move is crucial to the essay’s project: it attempts to collapse the moral distance between figures typically sorted into opposing camps, thereby unsettling reader expectations about political alignment and moral clarity.
At the same time, the piece refuses hagiography. It catalogues perceived flaws in both men—rhetorical overreach, selective empathy, opportunism, dogmatism—and, most strikingly, dwells at length on their personal moral failings. This insistence on bodily, psychological, and ethical imperfection serves a larger philosophical aim: to resist the elevation of public figures into symbols immune from contradiction. The essay suggests that moral authority and moral failure are not mutually exclusive but often coextensive.
The work’s argumentative center lies in its treatment of rhetoric and activism. It frames both King and Kirk as figures who operate outside scholarly neutrality, embracing exaggeration and provocation as necessary tools for effecting change. In this sense, they are defended against the charge of sophistry: their distortions, where they occur, are said to be in service of perceived moral goods rather than cynical manipulation. This raises an implicit question running throughout the piece: can the pursuit of justice justify rhetorical imprecision, and if so, to what extent?
The latter sections broaden into a comparative inventory of shared values—free speech, skepticism toward institutional power, emphasis on family and moral formation, belief in national ideals—while also acknowledging tensions (especially around government, religion, and social policy). These parallels are not presented as proof of equivalence but as evidence of an underlying structural kinship: both figures operate within a tradition that links moral reform to public persuasion, and both rely on a fusion of ethical urgency and rhetorical force.
Ultimately, the piece argues that focusing exclusively on either the virtues or the vices of such figures leads to distortion. Its concluding claim is that King and Kirk, however flawed, are united by a commitment to the idea that speech—argument, persuasion, confrontation—can reshape society more effectively than violence. Their enemies’ attempts to reduce them to caricatures, or to treat their deaths as ideological “gotchas,” are portrayed as intellectually shallow and morally unserious.
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A provocative essay-poem comparing Martin Luther King Jr. and Charlie Kirk, exploring rhetoric, activism, moral contradiction, and the politicization of martyrdom.
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Martin Luther King Jr, Charlie Kirk, political rhetoric, activism, martyrdom, moral contradiction, free speech, polemic poetry, comparative analysis, ideological critique
Down on All Fours (ROUND 1)
“Down on All Fours” is a satirical prose poem about the perceived subordination of aesthetic judgment to ideological conformity in contemporary publishing culture. Written in the voice of a hyper-aware, slightly embittered observer, the piece imagines a literary landscape in which moral positioning is no longer one consideration among many but the primary filter through which a work must pass before it can even be seen as artistically valid. The poem’s argument unfolds through exaggeration, cultural shorthand, and speculative projection, presenting a world where narrative choices are shaped less by the internal demands of the story than by the expectations of an imagined gatekeeping apparatus.
The opening claim sets the tone by pairing two charged examples—female adultery and black looting—and suggesting that both must be framed as forms of “reparations” if a novel hopes to be accepted by a major publisher. The comparison is deliberately provocative, not to equate the situations morally, but to dramatize what the speaker sees as a broader rule: actions that might once have been treated as morally ambiguous must now be justified through a language of historical redress. The satire lies in the idea that this justification must occur not only in the writer’s thinking but explicitly “in your speech or, better yet, activism,” as if the author’s ideological alignment has become inseparable from the work’s artistic legitimacy.
The poem sharpens this point with the metaphor of the thread passing through the “eye of moral legibility.” The image suggests a reversal of older assumptions about art. Instead of aesthetic power granting a work the authority to explore morally difficult terrain, moral clarity must now be established first, after which aesthetic value can even be recognized. The reference to the color orange—standing in for a particular political era—implies that this shift is a reaction to recent cultural conflict, a tightening of standards in response to perceived threats.
The second paragraph imagines how this pressure might appear inside the fiction itself. The example of a “positively-framed female character” delivering a speech about sexual autonomy is presented not as an organic moment of characterization but as something almost required, like a product placement. The comparison to a Coke bottle in the foreground of a film scene is especially telling. It suggests that ideological signaling has become so expected that its presence is as noticeable and as unavoidable as a brand logo. The satire here is not directed only at feminist language, but at the idea that any moral stance, once institutionalized, risks becoming formulaic when it is treated as a prerequisite rather than as one possible element of a story.
The poem extends this idea by listing political positions—anti-ICE, anti-police, pro-trans, pro-DEI, and others—not to debate them individually but to show how, in the speaker’s view, they function as bundled markers of cultural belonging. The biological analogy (“bundled tighter than renate and chordate”) reinforces the sense that these positions are perceived as forming a taxonomic package: to signal one is to signal the others. The mock-theological image of a “social-justice heaven where ally scarves replace angel wings” pushes the satire toward the idea of orthodoxy, a system of belief in which certain signs of allegiance confer legitimacy.
The final paragraph turns to hierarchy, which the poem treats as the unavoidable outcome of any system that enforces moral criteria. The speaker suggests that works lacking the approved signals will be ranked below those that include them, even if the ranking is justified in the name of dismantling older hierarchies. The irony lies in the claim that hierarchy itself becomes permissible when framed as a corrective to historical injustice. By ending on the notion that new hierarchies can be created without shame because they serve a moral cause, the poem leaves the reader with its central tension: the desire to make culture more just may itself produce new forms of conformity and exclusion.
What makes “Down on All Fours” effective as satire is that it never abandons the tone of someone describing a system rather than simply attacking it. The voice sounds less like a rant than like a grimly amused diagnosis, full of metaphors drawn from publishing, biology, film, and religion. Whether one agrees with its premise or not, the poem captures a recognizable anxiety about the current relationship between art and ideology: the fear that the freedom to imagine has become entangled with the obligation to signal the right moral commitments, and that the line between ethical awareness and institutional expectation is becoming harder to see.
Meta Description:
“Down on All Fours” is a satirical prose poem about contemporary publishing culture, portraying a world where novels must pass through ideological tests of moral legibility before they can be recognized as having aesthetic value.
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satirical prose poem, publishing industry satire, ideology and art, moral legibility, contemporary literature debate, cultural gatekeeping, identity politics in fiction, Big Five publishing, artistic freedom, social justice satire, literature and ideology
Eighth Grade Persona Project (ROUND 1)
“Eighth Grade Persona Project” is a finely controlled satire of institutional language around representation, voice, and imaginative authority. By presenting itself as a classroom guideline rather than as a lyrical outcry, the poem lets bureaucratic pedagogy become its own object of scrutiny. Its force comes from fidelity of tone: the voice is measured, careful, compassionate, and managerial all at once. The poem never needs to announce its critique because the structure of the handout already exposes a culture in which moral seriousness increasingly arrives in the form of procedural caution.
The poem’s key phrase is “discouraged from inhabiting / that figure’s own voice.” “Inhabiting” is the crucial verb. It evokes a fuller and riskier act than merely writing in first person. To inhabit a voice is to imaginatively enter another subject-position, to speak from within rather than from about. That is precisely what much literary education has traditionally encouraged as an exercise in empathy, craft, and perspective-taking. The poem locates a moment in which that act has become suspect—especially across racial lines. What is being managed, then, is not simply style but imaginative permission.
The rationale offered is morally intelligible and socially contemporary: the need to respect “lived experiences and traumas / spoken over and misrepresented / for too long.” The poem does not caricature that concern as frivolous. On the contrary, its satire depends on how plausible and familiar the concern sounds. What it exposes is the transformation of that historical reality into administrative language. A serious ethical problem—misrepresentation, appropriation, ventriloquism—gets translated into an assignment protocol. The classroom becomes a site where social history is managed by guideline rather than wrestled with through open imaginative risk.
The alternatives encouraged by the teacher are telling: “bystander, journalist, / even analyst.” These are all positions of distance. They authorize observation, reportage, and interpretation, but not full identification. The poem’s implicit question is what happens to literary imagination when the safest approved perspectives are all external. Instead of asking students to enter another life carefully and responsibly, the assignment steers them toward controlled removal. The result is a pedagogy not of empathy exactly, but of sanctioned proximity.
The poem’s sharpest turn arrives in the disclaimer: “This is a guideline. / It is not a formal rule.” That reassurance would seem to preserve freedom, but the next lines quietly reveal how institutional discouragement actually works. Any student who wants to do otherwise must meet “no later than two weeks / in advance to discuss the risks.” The word “risks” is what converts the whole setup from ordinary pedagogical advice into a satire of liability culture. A writing choice becomes something like an ethical hazard requiring review. The freedom remains technically intact, but it is surrounded by enough anticipatory scrutiny that most students will avoid exercising it. The poem captures with precision how soft power operates: not through outright prohibition, but through friction, paperwork, and implied danger.
What makes the piece especially effective is its restraint. It does not mock the teacher as a villain or reject the history of misrepresentation out of hand. Instead, it stages a recognizable contemporary dilemma: how to honor real histories of exclusion and distortion without turning imagination itself into a suspect activity. The poem’s answer is not stated directly, but its formal intelligence makes the tension unmistakable. A policy designed to prevent speaking over others may end up training students away from one of literature’s oldest capacities—the attempt to speak from within lives not one’s own.
In that sense, “Eighth Grade Persona Project” is about much more than a school assignment. It is about the bureaucratization of moral life: the way institutions increasingly respond to difficult ethical questions by producing guidance documents, risk frameworks, and approved modes of distance. The poem suggests that when imagination must first pass through this apparatus, something essential about both art and education is altered.
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“Eighth Grade Persona Project” is a satirical poem written in the style of a classroom guideline discouraging non-BIPOC students from inhabiting the voices of BIPOC figures, exploring how institutional caution transforms historical concern into managed distance and procedural risk.
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satirical poetry, classroom guideline, representation, imaginative empathy, persona writing, institutional language, identity politics, pedagogical caution, cultural appropriation debate, voice and authority, school policy satire
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Don’t let anyone tell you that real life is lacking in poetic interest. This is exactly what the poet is for: he has the mind and the imagination to find something of interest in everyday things. Real life supplies the motifs, the points that need to be said—the actual heart of the matter; but it is the poet’s job to fashion it all into a beautiful, animated whole. You are familiar with Fürnstein, the so-called “nature poet”? He has written a poem about growing hops, and you couldn’t imagine anything nicer. I have now asked him to write some poems celebrating the work of skilled artisans, in particular weavers, and I am quite sure he will succeed; he has lived among such people from an early age, he knows the subject inside out, and will be in full command of his material. That is the advantage of small works: you need only choose subjects that you know and have at your command. With a longer poetic work, however, this is not possible. There is no way around it: all the different threads that tie the whole thing together, and are woven into the design, have to be shown in accurate detail. Young people only have a one-sided view of things, whereas a longer work requires a multiplicity of viewpoints—and that’s where they come unstuck.—Goethe (Conversations with Eckermann)
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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.
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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.
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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