Excerpt chapter from Sullage I, a book of aphorisms, written on the run, one of which was the Jersey Run and tunnels and cuts i ran across:
OUT AND UNDER
Crossing is a going over, but I cross by going under.
A fall is never pretty, but it does afford the opportunity for grace.
A hole is unnecessary tragedy.
I saw the tunnel at the end of the light.
Field and street, where theories are tested.
Fatalism is the study of chaos.
You can’t stay clean in the streets.
I’m from the inner shitty.
Latent and full of sensing is the criminal vision.
Bowels in the cranium.
I own no fork, let alone food.
Orthodoxy has its place.
If I have to live with worms, snakes and rats, I will.
The natural state of the universe is silence and darkness.
People can’t see what’s beneath them.
Here in the dark, black is the color of invisibility.
An unknown is not bothered by being forgotten.
There are compelling reasons for unpopularity.
Religion wants you to see the light, truth wants you to seek the dark.
Hopes are like the knowledge that deep in the mountains there is gold.
The truth is discoverable if you’re willing to bore rock.
Seek shadow density.
Truth is exposure, knowledge is shelter.
Want change? Go outside.
Truth is a threshold.
They say nine into two won’t go, but I’m here to prove otherwise.
A river has no choice but to go down.
In the end we are to see the light, but all I saw was the night.
Hopes are like looking at a photograph of money.
How do you cross a season of darkness?
I’m suicidal with absolutely no desire to harm myself.
Go outside, and go under, inside and across.
Dig myself a whole, when I come up there’ll be no walls around.
Outside, the sense of totality, under, the sense of weight, across, the sense of purpose.
A bridge stays the middle from the ends, its load is limited.
A tunnel lies on a bed of rock and can support any weight.
The truth is bearable if you’re willing to go through rock.
I won’t respond to the facade, only the core.
Mountains and cities require digging to cross.
Tunnels afford no view but what lies before and after.
Achieve height with a shovel.
Is a ladder for climbing or going down?
How do you cross a river of filth, with a bridge or a tunnel?
The impenetrable is not always.
To seek truth you must bore and burrow through what’s hard and what’s unknown.
Why did the philosopher cross to the other side? To get there.
Why did the philosopher go under? Not to be seen while crossing to the other side.
Why did the philosopher use a tunnel? Not to be seen.
Underground, the truth is bearable.
The bird and the snake have their ways.
I’m not above the law, I’m below it.
You got your life, I got mine.
Life is good, life is hard.
Cross the threshold and bring truth home.