All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace*
- youngtobacco
- Jun 1
- 1 min read
(*With respect and proper acknowledgement to Richard Brautigan.)
As much as we have been lately groomed to think so, there are no g-ds in machines.
I used to think if I used my brain hard enough, ideas would come bigger, better, faster, stronger.
But these days I doubt this is true.
Most of it comes from a vast ether. The Crab Nebula, the Boötes Void or somewhere.
Like a pulsar.
A light wave.
A numbers station.
Most of it comes while running, showering, driving, parking, cooking, pretending to look busy.
We are custodians for forms and notions that arrive as a receivership from across a Great Nothing.
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What I’m reading: The Gulag Archipelago (Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn)
What I'm listening to: The Second Coming Was A Moonrise (Hammock)
Read the Brazil tour blog at the Substack:
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