Sifting Randomness

There are two pieces of advice gathered in the past 17 years I would like to share here.

“Learn Mandarin.” 

This was the advice I was given as I looked over the edge of Viktor Frankl’s, Man’s Search for Meaning, on the Blue Line ride from Randolph Street copywriting job back to my studio apartment on the borderlands of Wicker Park, Bucktown, and Logan Square -Chicago neighbourhoods undergoing their facade lifts and rent spikes. He spoke to me more, and with increasingly detailed explantations about his economic and stock market research. From the smell and looks of things on his side of the train, a bath or sewn closed shoes hadn’t exerted his mind. The intensity at which he conveyed his messaged showed his focus wasn’t on hygiene as much as it were on sorting impending disaster, however real or imagined. I folded my book about finding meaning in my lap to listen, as I had been leaning through a snippets of Nietzsche. I was briefly alleviated from understanding trauma by tuning into his presentation. The man assured me before departing a stops before mine, to learn Mandarin if I wanted to survive the future. 17 years later I would recount this story to friends in a cafe in Norway, pondering life’s choices-filled by the understanding meaning as fully constructed form of social exchange and language a means of navigation through the maritime age of land living.


“Exercise the demons.” 

Every night no matter where I have lived, I walk, at night. Everyone I meet, save for a few, tell me how dangerous this is, and how I must be inviting myself to harm. I’ve always found the evening stroll healthy for my mind, and better for my body. Aside from the immediate benefits, I am permitted to witness sage stray animals take off with their bounty, learn the limits and expand the range of my audible sensation, and attune the hair on the back of my hand impulse of whether the dark is safe or not. Looking both ways before crossing is important day or night, and one night I had looked left then right, and began to cross I heard the bell out of the dark, from the left-and a wavy haired man on a bike exclaiming, “You’ve got to exercise those demons.” Indeed, night or day, movement sets our bodies and minds from from all the memories and ideas that trap us in our homes.

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12 Februar 2018. Oslo, Norway

R Wolfe

Deeper In the Mountain

every morning the people woke

not to work, but to media  __repeating



motivating guilt movements

to prey upon freedom

an ideal inciting fights


lies made of good virtue

exercised as images of social servitude

abundant in forms of covert self-flagellation


distrusting sides motivated to divide

by their shared private demons

instead of venting palms down an aisle

the hairs spewed onto public forums


morphing the digital mediums

drawing deeper relations with our bodies

fixes inoculated by the paradox in a lie about problems


policies on new addictions formed

support groups and steps

for the self believed weak began to follow


we rely upon the other

to build ideal worlds, upon real worlds

and while people fought and bickered

wasting away the days

for the belief capital itself was heavy


while values ought be free

the hippies had unsuccessfully attempted escape

no one made it out sane or unaltered by trances

the dances of verses on

the eloquence of the universe


some bought experience via pills

while beggars and thieves sat mighty

amongst virtue signals of advanced societies


while desires burning men alive

slowly put out their internal fires

by minimising generative hormones


ingesting yesterday’s ashes

motors of desire rid any feelings of Lack

chasing up their backs


warm bodies grew cold

by the isolation of those

who keeping asking, ask, ask, ask

always wanting more


those who live in peace

resigned to standing firm

in relationship with life

seem to not flinch at those crying: more

beg for more, will do whatever can be reasoned

to shake a little bit _more


Each day days work in standing

a little bit more

free from any kind of belief

exercising fewer postures

giving way toward designed signals


knowing a way nor better or lesser

standing are for shallows

and the depths are tested by the guts


your life says so

do what you so choose

let those go on claiming virtue

sing their sirens

and keep on driving

feet deeper into the soil

each step

all at a time


-9 February 2018. Oslo, Norway

R Wolfe


The Dark

Be not afraid of dark places. Dive into work with your body. For all of it is life.

The condition of your mind, constitutes the conditions in your body. The condition of your body constitutes the conditions of in your mind.

soma (n.)

name of an intoxicant used in ancient Vedic ritual, prepared from the juice of some East Indian plant, 1785, from Sanskrit soma, from PIE *seu- “juice,” from root *seue- (2) “to take liquid” (see sup (v.2)). In “Brave New World” (1932), the name of a state-dispensed narcotic producing euphoria and hallucination.

somatic (adj.)

“pertaining to the body” (as distinct from the soul, spirit, or mind), 1775, from French somatique and directly from Greek somatikos “of the body,” from soma (genitive somatos) “the body” (see somato-).