Wednesday, September 24, 2025

Existential Crisis VI

While all these people tear one another to pieces to have more poop on their heads there would be another class of people shaking their heads in disbelief and laughing.

Fear not young one.

There is yet another group of people watching the people in feces and the group taking delight in the show — these are watching with cool austerity.

Yet another class watches the feces people and the laughing stock and the cool kids and they gain power from the process of elimination of each of the others.

Finally another class exists beyond these and this class pumps the poop into the cage for profit that the other classes live in.

Yet another class beyond that makes sure that the cage is running well and that the poop pumps are working and everyone is getting enough nourishment.

These are the angels and the other classes do not interact with them but the bosses do see them from time to time.





Yeah but look at this—

I am wrestling with the gnarliest of truths that I know of.


Me not learning to fish is the most recent in a long line of coming to terms with my own construction of self-destruction.


Remember when I wouldn’t get my teeth fixed?

I got over that.


Some things I won’t manage.

Apparently my credit cards.

My haircut.

My laundry.

Reading a good book.

Eating regularly.

Learning to fish.

Interacting with friends.

Going places that make me happy.

Entertaining a woman.


See.

Engaging in my religion.

Going to AA.

Focusing on a career choice.

Even learning to technically and classically write.

Practicing an instrument.

Playing a sport.

Playing tennis with Durand.

Watching the Huskers with or without Durand.


I desire to be needed.

To be someones hero.

When no one NEEDS me, I collapse.


No Bat signal in the sky.

No Jude McCoy.


Of course what the world needs now in this new hour of mine is to find the root of why I won’t fish the upper Missouri.

This is the root of all evil.

The love of money?

Is that a bingo?


The root of all evil is the love of money.

Then get out of my way Upper Missouri and let me be corrupted by the love of money!

Monday, September 8, 2025

Creative Writing II




“Well, you just hold on there partner.”

“Why? Just why the hell should I?”

“I said you hold your britches.”

“For what?”

“You ain’t got no birthright says you can go on over there.”

“Birthright how?”

“I says, you can’t just narry however you swivel. You have to have a passport.”

“A pass of paper to go yonder?”

“That’s right. Nither me Somby’s got no business over in that direction.”

“Hell, I don’t.”

“What you mean? You think you are the caterpillar that would pick its self up by its boot straps and accomplish a thing?”

“I’ll bet I could tie you up real nice and fine and tape that pretty little mouth of yours shut and walk my ass right across yonder.”

“Well I’ll be damned. You do have some cahoots. Go ahead. Shove me to the side. Don’t bother me none.”

“I told you to come on ahead with me damnit.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t see the point.”

“What in the good god damned do you not see a point in?”

“Going over there. If you want to do it go ahead but I don’t see the point.”

“The point? Trapping a monkeys ass I can’t make no sense of you. You don’t have any morals. A complete lack of sensibilities. Don’t you lack to take some care and compassion for your fellow man?”

“I won’t do it. I think it is foolish for you to nary about an over yonder and that’s that.”

“Well I’m going.”

“Fine. Go ahead.”


As the character moves into the dirt beside the car door and takes a step towards jail and courthouse rock the other character unloads a pistol into his back side. After discharging the weapon he regards to himself that his companion should not have gone over yonder and muses what life could have been if he had not. 




Saturday, June 28, 2025

Existential Crisis V

I have ferreted it all out and everything I write is poetry.

What am I going to do next?


I could collaborate.

Collaboration is a whole other animal.


I would like to pitch to Cody Tenczer to make a caricatured character portrait of Andrew Jackson.

Tyler Dixon to do one of Theodore Roosevelt and Thomas Jefferson.

Matt Durand of George Washington, JFK.

CT on Sherman.

MD on LBJ.


Is there any sauce?

To have Ben Leuders take a gander at my writing or even these illustrations accompanying my writing for a children’s gig.

To see if anything was marketable.


Is there any sauce?


Is there any sauce to my life?

Maybe these pitches could add some..


Sean Paul.


Don’t forget my towel.

“Everyone has their own journey.”


Not being hip—

Staying classical.


That’s the decision—

Collaborating and going capitalist or staying classified and free.


Johnny Cash.


6/28 - Here we are.

Attempt to find some strain of thought redux.

At some strange respite from jagging off, drinking and having near suicide experiences.

That is quite catching me off guard.


No but for real what in the actual fuck about today?

Folk indoctrination—————————————————


“Choose a mindset and be about it.”

“From the beach, to the strip club.”

“I’ll bet.”


That’s dude..

Like an old iPhone with all the gigabytes used up.

Giggitty, giggitty.


 


Thursday, June 26, 2025

Literature XIII

How was Japan? (I didn’t get any dreams from my third eye about it is why I am asking.)


Oh man, it was terrific. Feels like a dream. The lifestyle really suited me, at least as a student. As a worker I’m less sure, they have a pretty brutal work culture

There were big events with my now ex right as I came back, so that muddied things a bit


What did you study?


It was an immersive language program. It was hard. I made some really good connections though


I think at 26 I realised that it was just work. Then at 27 it was like a peak of youth. When thirty hits it’s really when the thrill of playing poker at the casino ends and you start to be more concerned about your winnings rather than the joy of play. Then that feeling of what I DONT have only compounds. The person though grows in and out of major paradigms. At 34 I am starting to actually be repulsed by feelings of youth rather than being tragic about not reaching those same highs. I’ve heard that people in their forties get over the feelings of not having certain “accomplishments” like, fuck it man — I’m glad I don’t have grandkids, my own business or that big house or that smoking hot 40 year old blonde smoking Marlboros on my payroll.


Poetry, man. I’m definitely looking at the winnings more than the joy, especially with costs rising while wages stay low. It’s like a big wave is coming and we’ve gotta build shelter fast. It sounds tragic to be repulsed by youth, but I understand the impulse. And I’m not immune to it either. Part of the human journey I suppose. My youth comforts me, the youth of others often scares or disgusts me. Kids were never on my list of priorities, and at this point it will probably never happen for me. I’m okay with that


Seems tragic for sure. Give it ten years reflection.


Just gotta keep on living


man


First Great Triumph: How Five Americans Made Their Country a World Power


This book is to better understand the beginnings of when America turned from a folk power to an imperial power that polices the world. 


The Monroe Doctrine: Empire and Nation in Nineteenth-Century America


The reasoning behind the “jingoists” warfare and expansion of power.


Habits of Empire: A History of American Expansion


I purchased this book to better understand that beginning with the American Revolution that America had motive and intent to not only rebel against English colonial rule but to own colonial rule for themselves. From moving west ward, to trade in the west indies and diplomatic rule over South America.


We May Dominate the World: Ambition, Anxiety, and the Rise of the American Colossus


Once successful in independence, expansion and commerce compiles and consequences begin to weigh on the American consciousness.


When the World Seemed New: George H. W. Bush and the End of the Cold War


With the Cold War ended the victory of two world wars is complete. This results in a complete departure from our budding folk roots of survival as a nation to near absolute power on a global scale with the potential of absolute corruption.


How to Hide an Empire: A History of the Greater United States


In order to keep our diplomatically appealing and gratifying self-image of an underdog we keep our successes as the defining world power as secret and low-key from the world and ourselves.


A World Safe for Commerce: American Foreign Policy from the Revolution to the Rise of China (Princeton Studies in International History and Politics)


Through all of our world dominance there is a common strain of strategy that correlates with America’s commercial interests.


Having traversed junk land.

I wonder about my real life.

I think I might watch 1923 or whatever.

What else is going on?

Breakfast at 4:00 pm on a Saturday.

Where am I going to live in the fall?

Why do I work at HyVee?

How am I going to keep showing up at UPS?

So — no kayak today?


What else?

Fathers day is tomorrow.

CWS is happening.

There is a military parade.

Trump protests.


It seems like there are many prizes in life that people are chasing and I keep choosing junk.

Is everyone just chasing their next “high”?


What else?

Things are paid for.

Job security is flush.


Next mountain is a weird one —

I have to “leave” my mother.

Legitimately.


Not just cutting the umbilical cord or living independently but straight up/cut throat leave her to whatever god damn wolves are out there ..

Putting all the chips on McCoy.

Jude McCoy.


Which is a weird name.

If I cut the cord with my mother then why is my last name McCoy.

Therefore Murray.

Jude Murray McCoy.


All the chips on me.

Which is not something I understand.


If all of the chips were on me what would I do?

Well, fuck.


I can either undergo a smashed paradigm

Or build a little boat of cognitive decline


Ive got a boat!


The edge has become my capacity for boredom.


Of course, drinking would shake me from this stupor—

To commune with the spirits.


I exist in a state of delirium.


Goldie heart! Goldie heart!


For whatever reason I am off the grid and below the radar—

Remember, remember the sixteenth of November.


Survival mindset is wild,

Bullet still flying on the way to school.


6/21 - Watched Tarpon. Highlight of the year. First day of CWS finals. Didn’t go. Found a new Reyn Spooner shirt that I would like to buy. Florida keys. 


In unease the earth turned itself inside out when its gravity fled. All of us fell off the earth. I was in Africa at the time and fell near an elephant. I made my way to her and stretched out on her stomach for protection from the polar cold of the high atmosphere.

I caught a couple of passing tomatoes to eat and a bottle of whiskey.

The earth used to be God’s body but he took too many wounds and abandoned it.

He left us with the husk we made of his body like a wasp’s nest.

Man shits his pants and trashed God’s body.


-Jim Harrison