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About Me

We made worlds out of nothing--but that nothing was no vacancy or void, only our refuse, our mistaken detritus.
We made images in darkness and extinguished our only light to illuminate our empty tableaux.
We forgot we were imagining and so found everything presented to us, forced upon us. We thought we
We thought we were
We thought we were resisting.
We thought we could reject the ideas and embrace our own. We imagined a them, a they, an opposition, an oppressor.
And we did reject the idea, but forgot they were our own. We offered, instead, our own free will which was not our own. There was a they, a them, but we had forgotten who we were and so who they were and so we fought our self.
We are the gods we fight and love, we are the hidden quiet places where idols of forgotten thoughts lie broken amidst remembrances of ruin.
We are the desolation and the fool grass clinging to dry rocks, settlers of the waste, remembering now to forget the dead soil long enough to make it live.
When we remember, we will be certain we forgot. When we resist, we will be certain we are not.

My Interests

ecclesiastical incense
anarchy
Historiography
Real and fabled mothers who drown their children, one at a time, and the strange unnamed god whose rites they follow.
Propaganda and its discontents.
Airships

I'd like to meet:

Forlorn myth-makers, rogue storytellers, and anyone who tells lies to tell the truth.
Violent souls who hate civil society because it's too violent.
Anyone who continues to believe in something beautiful even though it cripples you, in something true even though it makes the rest of the world a lie, in something so bright it blinds you.
Anyone who likes to paste Ayn Rand's face on massive obese naked women straddling parking cones and yet still feels unsatisfied.
China Mieville
Patricia McKillip
I have a very hard time talking to people who don't read books. I won't understand you, and you won't understand me. I'll be thinking about all the minds that have dreamt this world and its shadows, you'll be playing hockey. Honestly, we probably won't work out.

Please send me an email along with add requests unless i already know you. I do not add bands i don't listen to, nor do i add comedians who are not Paula Poundstone or Laura Solon.

Music:

The cries of the oppressed
The death-throes of capitalism
Chumbawamba
Hocico
Wir Sind Helden
2raumwohnung
Abney Park
Sigur Ros
Stromkern
SITD
La Floa Maldita
Joy Electric
Faith and Disease
The Smiths
Kate Rusby
Dolly Parton
Anything Morrissey has ever touched
Tactical Sekt
The Cranberries
Mind.In.A.Box
In Extremo
Funker Vogt
Old Church Polyphony
Within Temptation
Tori Amos
Loreena McKennitt

Movies:

The Secret of NIHM
A Very Long Engagement
Fight Club
The Last Unicorn
LOTR
The Weather Underground
Raspberry Reich
The Edukators
Was Tun, Wenn's Brennt?
Everything Miyazaki has ever dreamt
Everything by GONZO
VIDOCQ
The Matrix (and any other film based on Baudrillard, Borges, and Zizek)
Everything by Todd Solonz
The Dark Crystal
Mirrormask
Everything by Del Toro
Children of Men

Taxi zum Klo
My Beautiful Laundrette
A Room With a View

Television:

I don't have a propaganda box, sorry.

Books:

AUTHORS (FICTION)
China Mieville
Sheri S Tepper
Virginia Woolf
Oscar Wilde
Ursula K. LeGuin
Gore Vidal
William Faulkner
G.K. Chesterton
George MacDonald
Patricia McKillip
Octavia Butler
Mervyn Peake
Evagenline Walton
Margaret Atwood

NONFICTION
[doesn't exist. everything written is a lie, otherwise it wouldn't be worth reading. only those who lie can really ever tell the truth. even recipe books (actually, especially recipe books) are full of lies. That's okay.]
SUBJECTS: Historiography, Continental Philosophy, Non-progress narrative histories, and pretty much whatever other fascinating artifacts of grad-school detritus are lying about.

Heroes:

Anyone who's ever sabotaged anything, torched a car, blown themselves up, broken a shop window, broken people out of prison, stolen food from a grocerystore and given it to a houseless person, smoked where you're not supposed to, "pirated" anything, or otherwise made love to yourself and the world, and then lied about it afterwards.

My Blog

number two

Rejection just received:Thanks for your query, but I'm not the right agent for your work. I apologize for the impersonal nature of this response which is due to the large number of queries I receive e...
Posted by Rhyd on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 03:25:00 PST

Party.

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Posted by Rhyd on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:55:00 PST

Lost...

Somewhere in my rather chaotic move, i happened to have lost my gardening notebook/address book. That is to say, i don't know when i planted marjoram and amaranth last year, nor do i have anyone's ph...
Posted by Rhyd on Thu, 01 May 2008 08:12:00 PST

Rejection 1

My first rejection letter. Terse, uninformative, but polite (and possibly automated).To Rhyd Wildermuth, Thank you for submitting to Prospect Agency. We greatly appreciate your submission, and...
Posted by Rhyd on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 12:31:00 PST

Bring Back Book Burnings, Bitte.

Gasp, certainly Not those old days, right? The enlightenment surely has taught us books are not to be burned, but are to be read, cherished--that ideas are for all, sacred. Or maybe, what ...
Posted by Rhyd on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 12:09:00 PST

Review: The Shock Doctrine

I just finished The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism, by Naomi Klein. It came out months ago, and I would’ve read it sooner had it not cost $45 dollars in Canada. Much...
Posted by Rhyd on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 12:48:00 PST

Dans la rue des reves...

"It's creepy to think that people like that would be out so close to our place," she said.People like that? This story (about todays' arson of several 2-million dollar homes attributed to the el...
Posted by Rhyd on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 04:36:00 PST

The futures so bright that I want to gouge out my eyes.

(with particular thanks to Sara, for reminding me of something i forgot to remember.)I'd throw a thousand hackneyed phrases which once held meaning at the juggernaut crashing towards us with such epic...
Posted by Rhyd on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 04:29:00 PST

A pirates manifesto

I get kinda sad when i think of european politics. Crestfallen, even despondant, actually. You know, that continent where the idea of only two political parties is unthinkable, where Anarchist doesn...
Posted by Rhyd on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 04:17:00 PST

late night thrill

Cynthia Mckinney's running for president as a Green!!!!!oh, i'm just a little excited. and i have someone to vote for now. oh. and i hate oxycotin. it gives me the hiccoughs.&n...
Posted by Rhyd on Fri, 21 Dec 2007 04:57:00 PST