DESIRE in CHAINS

David Raffin

Don’t look for the silver lining

March 30, 2016 My books Writing

I distrust people who see a silver lining in every cloud. I’m not a scientist but I’m pretty sure a silver lining to every cloud would be a sign of some serious ecological problem. I know the silver industry says up to ninety percent of the earth’s atmosphere can be safely composed of powdered silver, but I have lingering doubts. These doubts nag at me. The studies they cite, some of them, appear to be tobacco industry studies with the word “tobacco” crossed out and replaced with the word “sugar,” which was replaced with “saccharine” and then, finally, “silver.”

But they are conserving paper, and saving trees, so I guess I can applaud that. Let it not be said I am one of those nay sayers who are in it just for the opportunity to say nay.

 

Desire in Chains

March 13, 2016 My books Writing

You love me, she said. You love me. Just admit you love me.
But she was too early. Because I didn’t love her yet.
And then it was too late.

There aren’t enough containers in the world to hold all of your desires.
We have a container deficit.
Desire, uncontained!
Desire, lost!

Actually, Scalia was a petulant ass

February 14, 2016 Info

It is not necessary to say nice things about public figures when they die.
In the case of Supreme Court Justice Scalia, he is perhaps best remembered as the judge who said “a claim of factual innocence is not a legal claim” in denying a hearing in a death penalty case.
Only a complete asshole would write that.
He was not a “great legal writer” he was a petulant ass. He was not “a man of strong opinions” he was a closed minded ideologue. He was a supporter of the constitution only when it was convenient for him. He was a hypocrite. A bigot. He was on the wrong side of history. And this is how he should be remembered. Save the praise for the praiseworthy.

About a decade ago there was a kid who danced on Reagan’s grave. He should dance on Scalia’s grave. He’s our designated dancer.

My disagreement with the queen

January 24, 2016 Books My books Writing

Youthful Spirits by Richard F. Yates

Artist: I need a muse.
Queen: We are not a muse.
Artist: All is forlorn!
Queen: Amuse us!
Artist: But I am without a muse!
Queen: Amuse us then with a tragedy.
Artist: This is the story of an artist without a muse.
Queen: I’ve already heard that one.

Unreasonable expectations at the palace.

Full metal jacket, update

December 11, 2015 Movies Writing

Sergeant: “Texas?! There are only two types from Texas, boy, steers and queers. Which are you?”

Private Joker: “Queer.”

Sergeant: “All right then.”

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Hermitages

November 17, 2015 Info Writing

This is a true story. 

In the old days wealthy estates would set up a Hermitage. In the hermitage would live one hermit. The Hermitage would be set up on the outskirts of the estate, probably near the entrance. Visitors entering the estate would be able to see the Hermitage, and possibly the hermit, actively pursuing the hermit lifestyle. But they would not speak to the hermit for the hermit was paid to hermit. 
Modern life is different. But the same.

Legalized foot cream

August 11, 2015 Personal

“Cat Planning Evil” by Richard F. Yates, stolen from same. All artists steal as all cats murder.

A few days ago I went to one of the local marijuanna outlets and bought some cannabis infused ginger cayenne cream.

A year ago I hurt my foot bicycling and it has since been examined x-rayed and pronounced afflicted with neuroma, nerve pain. According to bicycling magazine website, a common bicycling injury.

So I bought cannabis cream.

And I have rubbed it into the small area afflicted. And it seems to be having an effect.

For one thing, my foot now smells like cannabis.

 

*May also be decreasing pain.