WildOpus

Quoted from a passage of Tao Te Ching, a beautifully written Daoist work that teaches how to bring wisdom into action. Those who know do not speak. Those who speak do not know. Close your mouth. Shut the gates. Be soft. Untangle your knots. Soften your brilliance. Become one with the dust. This is the profound union. No one can get close to you, yet they cannot be distant either. No one can help or harm you. No one can honor or disgrace you. Thus you achieve the highest state of humankind.

Long live DFW. Les Assassins des Fauteuils Rollents, as described in Infinite Jest. “Les Assassins des Fauteuils Rollents of Quebec are essentially cultists, locating both their political raison d’etre and their philisophical dasein within the North American sociohistorical interval of intensive special interest diffraction that preceded – nay, one might daresay stood in integral cause relation with respect to – the nearly simultaneous inaugurations of O.N.A.Nite governance, continental Independance, and the commercial subsidization of a lunar O.N.A.N. calendar. Like most Canadian cult extensions, however, the Wheelchair Assassins and their cultic derivations have proven substantially more fanatical, less benign, less reasonable,...

Featuring Sissy Hankshaw, the adventurous hitch-hiking cowgirl from Tom Robbin’s cult masterpiece ‘Even Cowgirls Get the Blues’. “It is as if the soul of the continent is weeping. Why does it weep? It weeps for the bones of the buffalo. It weeps for magic that has been forgotten. It weeps for the decline of poets. It weeps for the black people who think like white people. It weeps for the Indians who think like settlers. It weeps for the children who think like adults. It weeps for the free who think like prisoners. Most of all, it weeps for the cowgirls who think like cowboys.” Tom Robbins

Featuring Sissy Hankshaw, the adventurous hitch-hiking cowgirl from Tom Robbin’s cult masterpiece ‘Even Cowgirls Get the Blues’. “It is as if the soul of the continent is weeping. Why does it weep? It weeps for the bones of the buffalo. It weeps for magic that has been forgotten. It weeps for the decline of poets. It weeps for the black people who think like white people. It weeps for the Indians who think like settlers. It weeps for the children who think like adults. It weeps for the free who think like prisoners. Most of all, it weeps for the cowgirls who think like cowboys.” Tom Robbins