by Tigger | May 17, 2018 | Excerpts
HOW NOT TO BE OLD Do understand that I am not saying that being old is to be avoided, nor that you Should Not Be Old, but rather I mean to say that there is a way to Be Old and a way Not To Be Old. Now there would seem to be two different camps when it comes to...
by Tigger | May 17, 2018 | Excerpts
The quiddity of my existence, alas, was to be an oxymoron. A divided soul. A victim of irony. An existentialist demagogue by night, by day a malingering and covert sophist. Perhaps it is not altogether fair to castigate myself too harshly as an ergophobe (one who is...
by Tigger | May 17, 2018 | Excerpts
ART IS A BITCH We artists are guard dogs. Throw us a bone. We patrol the peripheries of life, of culture, of being, of soul. We sniff out the truth, then we dig, we unearth. We are your appointed seekers of subliminal syllogisms, of symbolic symbioses, of supernal...
by Tigger | May 16, 2018 | Excerpts
I figure that part of my sadness, now she’s just done and gone, is hurt. Hurt that she never sought to know me, never found me worth the time or just plain didn’t know how to talk to me or… maybe was terrified of me? I mean, in a way, I get it. I was poignantly...
by Tigger | Mar 14, 2018 | Excerpts
WTF IS THE SELF ANYHOW? Is my personhood an action or a reaction or a bruise? Am I an agent, an object, a fiction, a victim? My spirit, playing as a horse escaped, begets in me so many extravagant Chimerae, and fantastical monsters, so orderless, and without any...
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