Guy LeCharles Gonzalez (aka glecharles) (aka loudpoet)

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Going Crazy

Blame it on Matt Ruff but there’s days I wish I suffered from Multiple Personality Disorder.

I am Jack’s raging spleen.

It’s not really a new feeling but it’s become more…defined (?) since I read his Set This House in Order: A Romance of Souls. And it’s not because he glorified things, or whitewashed the severe downside of the affliction. Quite the opposite, really.

I really want to knock the fucking daylights out of people and blow shit up.

There’s something to be said for having an outlet for the frenzied, manic portion of your brain to stretch its legs every now and then. Or the creative portion to breathe freely, unfettered by the constraints of the “real world.” Without the excuse of being drunk.

Why is philosophy a fucking luxury? Why can anybody make a decent living being a fucking corporate drone but not by doing something good for society? Why does anyone believe things will get better if we’re not doing anything to change the status quo?

Our society is so tightly wound that it’s a wonder more people don’t snap.

Keep your fucking right to vote. Give me guns and people willing to die for something.

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Pumpkin Seeds: Fortress of Solitude Edition

1. The list of things I didn't do this weekend that I wanted to do is annoyingly long and indicative of the mental rut I've been in lately. 2. On the positive side, I somehow got a little bit of writing done and any time we get to spend two full days relaxing at home without interruption is a good thing. 3. This coming Sunday is Father's Day, my fourth, and it's the closest I've ever felt to actually being a father. Not a sperm donor with screwed up priorities, but an actual "Father." 4. Being a "Father" is an…

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FLATLAND: Prologue

SAMUEL FLETCHER Ought-Seven:UE (Unasian Era) By the age of thirty-seven, Samuel Fletcher had cheated death more times than he could recall, thanking Olidammara at every opportunity. Taken from his village and pressed into military service at 15 years old, he’d come of age during a violent and lawless time, spending his next fifteen years fighting in the Thousand Years War – first as a capable soldier defending the northern regions of Flatland, then an unprincipled spy for the highest bidder, as kingdoms fell and borders shifted and original disputes were long-forgotten. At 30 years old, the War finally ended when…

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SUGGESTED READING LIST

Not sure which one I'll read next but thanks to all for the suggestions a while back. A pretty diverse list. Prison Memiors of an Anarchist Alexander Berkman Running with Scissors Dry Augusten Burroughs The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay Michael Chabon Meaning of Consuelo Judith Ortiz Cofer Learning to Question Paulo Freire, Antonio Faundez Pedagogy of the Oppressed Paulo Friere The Old Man And The Sea Ernest Hemingway Monstrous Regiment Terry Prachett Kiss of the Spider Woman Manuel Puig Breakfast of Champions The Sirens of Titan Kurt Vonnegut Farming of the Bones Edwidge Danticat The Da Vinci Code…

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Non-profit, literally

I get daily emails from Idealist.org about job openings in non-profit and socially-minded for-profit companies. Every week there's usually a few interesting jobs that are right up my alley. Invariably, they pay considerably less than my current corporate rut job. "Considerably less" as in Executive Directors for some of these places make less than me. And that's not because I make Executive Director money. I don't hate my job, specifically, as much as I hate the corporate atmosphere I have to to do it in. Things like the Yummy Sandwich incident. Or the stupid-hire-in-the-first-place, boss on probation fiasco. Most days,…

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Crawfish Dreams, Venom’s Taste

I love randomly discovering new [to me] writers, especially when they're not well-known bestseller list types. That whole underdog thing. I finished Crawfish Dreams last week and am happy to say that Nancy Rawles is a remarkable talent! She weaves an intricate tale of a family of Creoles living in mid-80's Los Angeles into a delicious literary gumbo. Pretty Miss Camille Broussard is the roux, a strong base around which her family, the Watts "riots," and the dark side of Reaganomics all come to vibrant life. Her children, in particular, are so finely detailed that you want to smack them…

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